The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowGeorge Routledge, 1867 - 452 pages |
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... River Charles , To the 338 339 339 340 . 340 • 341 Excelsior • 342 Maidenhood Belfry of Bruges , The . Arsenal at Springfield , The Gleam of Sunshine , A. Occultation of Orion , The Nuremberg . Norman Baron , The 342 344 347 348 349 350 ...
... River Charles , To the 338 339 339 340 . 340 • 341 Excelsior • 342 Maidenhood Belfry of Bruges , The . Arsenal at Springfield , The Gleam of Sunshine , A. Occultation of Orion , The Nuremberg . Norman Baron , The 342 344 347 348 349 350 ...
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... shore , Pausing and looking back to gaze once more on their dwellings , Ere they were shut from sight by the winding road and the woodland . 130 PAGE Far down the Beautiful River , Past the Ohio xvi LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS .
... shore , Pausing and looking back to gaze once more on their dwellings , Ere they were shut from sight by the winding road and the woodland . 130 PAGE Far down the Beautiful River , Past the Ohio xvi LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS .
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... river , Borne aloft on his comrades ' arms , came Michael the fiddler . 137 141 THE BUILDING OF THE SHIP . And near it the anchor , whose giant hand Would reach down and grapple with the land . RESIGNATION . 152 In that great cloister's ...
... river , Borne aloft on his comrades ' arms , came Michael the fiddler . 137 141 THE BUILDING OF THE SHIP . And near it the anchor , whose giant hand Would reach down and grapple with the land . RESIGNATION . 152 In that great cloister's ...
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... river . From his lodge went Hiawatha , Dressed for travel , armed for hunting ; Dressed in deer - skin shirt and leggings , Richly wrought with quills and wampum . Two good friends had Hiawatha , Singled out from all the others , Bound ...
... river . From his lodge went Hiawatha , Dressed for travel , armed for hunting ; Dressed in deer - skin shirt and leggings , Richly wrought with quills and wampum . Two good friends had Hiawatha , Singled out from all the others , Bound ...
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... RIVER CHARLES . River ! that in silence windest Through the meadows bright and free , Till at length thy rest thou findest In the bosom of the sea ? 324 326 334 337- 341 MAIDENHOOD . PAGE Standing , with reluctant feet , Where LIST OF ...
... RIVER CHARLES . River ! that in silence windest Through the meadows bright and free , Till at length thy rest thou findest In the bosom of the sea ? 324 326 334 337- 341 MAIDENHOOD . PAGE Standing , with reluctant feet , Where LIST OF ...
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Page 4 - Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us, Footprints on the sands of time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
Page 338 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling, rejoicing, -sorrowing, Onward through life he goes; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose.
Page 338 - His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Page 162 - In the elder days of Art, Builders wrought with greatest care Each minute and unseen part ; For the Gods see everywhere. Let us do our work as well, Both the unseen and the seen ; Make the house, where Gods may dwell, Beautiful, entire, and clean.
Page 365 - LISTEN, my children, and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, On the eighteenth of April, in Seventyfive ; Hardly a man is now alive Who remembers that famous day and year. He said to his friend, "If the British march By land or sea from the town to-night, Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch Of the North Church tower as a signal light, — One, if by land, and two, if by sea ; And I on the opposite shore will be, Ready to ride and spread the alarm Through every Middlesex village...
Page 409 - BETWEEN the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour. I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet, The sound of a door that is opened, And voices soft and sweet. From my study I see in the lamplight, Descending the broad hall stair, Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra, And Edith with golden hair. A whisper, and then a silence : Yet I know by their merry eyes They are plotting and planning together...
Page 4 - Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where he was once a child. "They shall all bloom in fields of light, Transplanted by my care, And saints, upon their garments white, These sacred blossoms wear.
Page 110 - THE day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, 'That my soul cannot resist: A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain. Come, read to me some poem, Some...
Page 342 - This was the peasant's last Good-night, A voice replied, far up the height, Excelsior ! At break of day, as heavenward The pious monks of Saint Bernard Uttered the oft-repeated prayer, A voice cried through the startled air Excelsior ! A traveller, by the faithful hound, Half-buried in the snow was found, Still grasping in his hand of ice That banner with the strange device Excelsior ! There in the twilight cold and gray, Lifeless, but beautiful, he lay, And from the sky, serene and far, A voice...
Page 157 - Tis of the wave and not the rock; 'Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale ! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore. Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee.