The poetical works of Henry W. Longfellow, ed. with a critical memoir by W.M. Rossetti, illustr. by W. Lawson. Illustr. by E. Edwards |
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... - FLIGHT THE SECOND- 493 494 495 The Children's Hour . Enceladus The Cumberland Snow - flakes A Day of Sunshine Something left Undone Weariness 496 497 498 499 499 500 500 FLOWER - DE LUCE- PAGE Beautiful Lily . Palingenesis 502 CONTENTS .
... - FLIGHT THE SECOND- 493 494 495 The Children's Hour . Enceladus The Cumberland Snow - flakes A Day of Sunshine Something left Undone Weariness 496 497 498 499 499 500 500 FLOWER - DE LUCE- PAGE Beautiful Lily . Palingenesis 502 CONTENTS .
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow William Michael Rossetti. FLOWER - DE LUCE- PAGE Beautiful Lily . Palingenesis 502 The Bridge of Cloud 503 Hawthorne 504 Christmas Bells 505 Kambalu 506 The Wind over the Chimney . 506 The Bells of Lynn 508 ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow William Michael Rossetti. FLOWER - DE LUCE- PAGE Beautiful Lily . Palingenesis 502 The Bridge of Cloud 503 Hawthorne 504 Christmas Bells 505 Kambalu 506 The Wind over the Chimney . 506 The Bells of Lynn 508 ...
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... beautiful . Don C. Almost beyond the privilege of woman ! I saw her in the Prada yesterday . Her step was royal , -queen - like , -— and As beautiful as a saint's in Paradise . her face Lara . May not a saint fall from her Paradise ...
... beautiful . Don C. Almost beyond the privilege of woman ! I saw her in the Prada yesterday . Her step was royal , -queen - like , -— and As beautiful as a saint's in Paradise . her face Lara . May not a saint fall from her Paradise ...
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... beautiful , but takes Something from thee , that makes it beautiful . Prec . And yet thou leavest me for those dusty books . Vict . Thou comest between me and those books too often ! I see thy face in everything I see ! The paintings in ...
... beautiful , but takes Something from thee , that makes it beautiful . Prec . And yet thou leavest me for those dusty books . Vict . Thou comest between me and those books too often ! I see thy face in everything I see ! The paintings in ...
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... beautiful girl , Called Preciosa ? Padre C. Ay , a pretty girl . The gentleman seems moved . Hyp . Yes , moved with hunger , He is half - famished with this long day's journey . Padre C. Then , pray you , come this way . The supper ...
... beautiful girl , Called Preciosa ? Padre C. Ay , a pretty girl . The gentleman seems moved . Hyp . Yes , moved with hunger , He is half - famished with this long day's journey . Padre C. Then , pray you , come this way . The supper ...
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Page 421 - Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State ! Sail on, O Union, strong and great ! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, Is hanging breathless on thy fate ! We know what Master laid thy keel, What Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel, Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope ! Fear not each sudden sound and shock, Tis of the wave and not the...
Page 451 - Down the dark future, through long generations, The echoing sounds grow fainter and then cease; And like a bell, with solemn, sweet vibrations, I hear once more the voice of Christ say, "Peace !" Peace ! and no longer from its brazen portals The blast of War's great organ shakes the skies ! But beautiful as songs of the immortals, The holy melodies of love arise.
Page 379 - 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 309 - Church, As it rose above the graves on the hill. Lonely and spectral and sombre and still. And lo! as he looks, on the belfry's height A glimmer, and then a gleam of light! He springs to the saddle, the bridle he turns, But lingers and gazes, till full on his sight A second lamp in the belfry burns ! A hurry of hoofs in a village street, A shape in the moonlight, a bulk in the dark, And beneath, from the pebbles, in passing, a spark Struck out by a steed flying fearless and fleet: That was all!
Page 439 - 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 381 - Dance upon the parlour wall ; Then the forms of the departed Enter at the open door ; The beloved, the true-hearted, Come to visit me once more ; He, the young and strong, who cherished...
Page 427 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair...
Page 450 - The bursting shell, the gateway wrenched asunder, The rattling musketry, the clashing blade ; And ever and anon, in tones of thunder, The diapason of the cannonade. Is it, O man ! with such discordant noises, With such accursed instruments as these, Thou drownest Nature's sweet and kindly voices, And jarrest the celestial harmonies ? Were half the power that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need...
Page 404 - And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies. Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That, follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares that infest the day, Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
Page 409 - From that chamber, clothed in white, The bride came forth on her wedding night ; There, in that silent room below, The dead lay in his shroud of snow And in the hush that followed the prayer, Was heard the old clock on the stair, — " Forever— never ! Never — forever! " All are scattered now and fled, Some are married, some are dead; And when I ask with throbs of pain, "Ah! when shall they all meet again?