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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... thought and sentiment - an essentially false note predestined to be found out in the long run . Excelsior appears to me to be prominently one of these . They will not only not be enduringly admired , but will be rejected with some ...
... thought and sentiment - an essentially false note predestined to be found out in the long run . Excelsior appears to me to be prominently one of these . They will not only not be enduringly admired , but will be rejected with some ...
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... thought have to be preserved in some form or other , as a matter of natural and national necessity they are here compactly preserved in a good poem , the work of a skilled artist . Were there a better poem than Hiawatha forthcoming for ...
... thought have to be preserved in some form or other , as a matter of natural and national necessity they are here compactly preserved in a good poem , the work of a skilled artist . Were there a better poem than Hiawatha forthcoming for ...
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... thought I ne'er should see thy face again . Thy farewell had a sound of sorrow in it . Vict . That was the first ... thoughts Tend ever on , and rest not in the Present . As drops of rain fall into some dark well , And from below comes a ...
... thought I ne'er should see thy face again . Thy farewell had a sound of sorrow in it . Vict . That was the first ... thoughts Tend ever on , and rest not in the Present . As drops of rain fall into some dark well , And from below comes a ...
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... thought , my dear Hypolito , That could we , by some spell of magic , change The world and its inhabitants to stone , In the same attitudes they now are in , What fearful glances downward might we cast Into the hollow chasms of human ...
... thought , my dear Hypolito , That could we , by some spell of magic , change The world and its inhabitants to stone , In the same attitudes they now are in , What fearful glances downward might we cast Into the hollow chasms of human ...
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... thoughts ! * Don C. A common thing with poets . But who is This floating lily ? For , in fine , some woman , Some living woman , -not a mere ideal , - Must wear the outward semblance of his thought . Who is it ? Tell me . Hyp . Well ...
... thoughts ! * Don C. A common thing with poets . But who is This floating lily ? For , in fine , some woman , Some living woman , -not a mere ideal , - Must wear the outward semblance of his thought . Who is it ? Tell me . Hyp . Well ...
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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?