The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowGeorge Routledge, 1867 - 452 pages |
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... Soul's Complaint against the Body , The Song from the Portuguese . Frithiof's Homestead Frithiof's Temptation Silent Love Childhood 53 54 54 55 56 56 57 58 58 Blessed are the Dead 59 Death of Archbishop Turpin 59 Rondel from Froissart ...
... Soul's Complaint against the Body , The Song from the Portuguese . Frithiof's Homestead Frithiof's Temptation Silent Love Childhood 53 54 54 55 56 56 57 58 58 Blessed are the Dead 59 Death of Archbishop Turpin 59 Rondel from Froissart ...
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... soul of youth engage Ere Fancy has been quell'd ; Old legends of the monkish page , Traditions of the saint and sage , Tales that have the rime of age , And chronicles of Eld . And , loving still these quaint old themes , Even in the ...
... soul of youth engage Ere Fancy has been quell'd ; Old legends of the monkish page , Traditions of the saint and sage , Tales that have the rime of age , And chronicles of Eld . And , loving still these quaint old themes , Even in the ...
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... soul is dead that slumbers , And things are not what they seem . Life is real ! Life is earnest ! And the grave is not its goal ; " Dust thou art , to dust returnest , " Was not spoken of the soul . Not enjoyment , and not sorrow , Is ...
... soul is dead that slumbers , And things are not what they seem . Life is real ! Life is earnest ! And the grave is not its goal ; " Dust thou art , to dust returnest , " Was not spoken of the soul . Not enjoyment , and not sorrow , Is ...
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... , And the voices of the Night Wake the better soul , that slumbered , To a holy , calm delight ; Ere the evening lamps are lighted , And , like VOICES OF THE NIGHT . Light of Stars, The Reaper and the Flowers, Footsteps of Angels Flowers.
... , And the voices of the Night Wake the better soul , that slumbered , To a holy , calm delight ; Ere the evening lamps are lighted , And , like VOICES OF THE NIGHT . Light of Stars, The Reaper and the Flowers, Footsteps of Angels Flowers.
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... soul- like wings , Teaching us , by most persuasive reasons , How akin they are to human things . And with childlike , credulous affection , We behold their tender buds expand ; Emblems of our own great resurrection , Emblems of the ...
... soul- like wings , Teaching us , by most persuasive reasons , How akin they are to human things . And with childlike , credulous affection , We behold their tender buds expand ; Emblems of our own great resurrection , Emblems of the ...
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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.