A Selection from the Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowWard, Lock & Bowden, Limited, 1889 - 220 pages |
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... take up his office at Harvard . He continued for a period of eighteen years to occupy the professorial chair with honour , until his retirement in 1854 to literary leisure and to well - earned rest . Already in 1837 he took up his ...
... take up his office at Harvard . He continued for a period of eighteen years to occupy the professorial chair with honour , until his retirement in 1854 to literary leisure and to well - earned rest . Already in 1837 he took up his ...
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... takes so powerful a hold of the feelings , that the fate which would at last merge it in oblivion could only be a very hard and even a perverse one . Who that has read it has ever forgotten it ? or in whose memory does it rest as other ...
... takes so powerful a hold of the feelings , that the fate which would at last merge it in oblivion could only be a very hard and even a perverse one . Who that has read it has ever forgotten it ? or in whose memory does it rest as other ...
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... take an oath of allegiance to Great Britain . In the next war between England and France , in Canada , the Acadians were accused of having given assistance to the French at the siege of Beau Séjour . As a punishment , they were deprived ...
... take an oath of allegiance to Great Britain . In the next war between England and France , in Canada , the Acadians were accused of having given assistance to the French at the siege of Beau Séjour . As a punishment , they were deprived ...
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... Take aught from the book of that Prophecy , Lest my part too should be taken away From the Book of Life on the Judgment Day . This is well written , though I say it ! I should not be afraid to display it , In 24 A SELECTION FROM THE ...
... Take aught from the book of that Prophecy , Lest my part too should be taken away From the Book of Life on the Judgment Day . This is well written , though I say it ! I should not be afraid to display it , In 24 A SELECTION FROM THE ...
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... had not lain Wrapped in a napkin , and all in vain . Yes , I might almost say to the Lord , Here is a copy of thy Word , Written out with much toil and pain ; Take it , O Lord , and let it be HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW . 25.
... had not lain Wrapped in a napkin , and all in vain . Yes , I might almost say to the Lord , Here is a copy of thy Word , Written out with much toil and pain ; Take it , O Lord , and let it be HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW . 25.
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Page 78 - 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.
Page 141 - 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.
Page 99 - 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 70 - THERE is a Reaper, whose name is Death, And, with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between.
Page 214 - Last night the moon had a golden ring, And to-night no moon we see! " The skipper, he blew a whiff from his pipe, And a scornful laugh laughed he.
Page 87 - Sail forth into the sea of life, O gentle, loving, trusting wife, And safe from all adversity Upon the bosom of that sea Thy comings and thy goings be! For gentleness and love and trust Prevail o'er angry wave and gust; And in the wreck of noble lives Something immortal still survives!
Page 68 - TELL me not, in mournful numbers, " Life is but an empty dream ! " For the 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,
Page 88 - 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...
Page 102 - In happy homes he saw the light Of household fires gleam warm and bright; Above, the spectral glaciers shone, And from his lips escaped a groan, Excelsior! "Try not the pass!
Page 7 - Fair was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers. Black were her eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by the wayside, Black, yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses!