A Selection from the Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowWard, Lock & Bowden, Limited, 1889 - 220 pages |
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... arms , with wildest entreaties . So unto separate ships were Basil and Gabriel carried , While in despair on the shore Evangeline stood with her father . EVANGELINE'S PATIENCE . [ For years Evangeline has sought in 14 A SELECTION FROM ...
... arms , with wildest entreaties . So unto separate ships were Basil and Gabriel carried , While in despair on the shore Evangeline stood with her father . EVANGELINE'S PATIENCE . [ For years Evangeline has sought in 14 A SELECTION FROM ...
Page 29
... arm was Hiawatha ; He could shoot ten arrows upward , Shoot them with such strength and swiftness , That the tenth had left the bow - string Ere the first to earth had fallen ! He had mittens , Minjekahwun , Magic mittens made of deer ...
... arm was Hiawatha ; He could shoot ten arrows upward , Shoot them with such strength and swiftness , That the tenth had left the bow - string Ere the first to earth had fallen ! He had mittens , Minjekahwun , Magic mittens made of deer ...
Page 55
... arms , And all the vaulted chambers roar and ring With the mock plaudits of : " Long live the King ! " Next morning , waking with the day's first beam , He said within himself , " It was a dream ! " But the straw rustled as he turned ...
... arms , And all the vaulted chambers roar and ring With the mock plaudits of : " Long live the King ! " Next morning , waking with the day's first beam , He said within himself , " It was a dream ! " But the straw rustled as he turned ...
Page 76
... arms and neck were bare ; No garment she wore save a kirtle bright , And her own long , raven hair . And on her lips there played a smile As holy , meek , and faint , As lights in some cathedral aisle The features of a saint . " The ...
... arms and neck were bare ; No garment she wore save a kirtle bright , And her own long , raven hair . And on her lips there played a smile As holy , meek , and faint , As lights in some cathedral aisle The features of a saint . " The ...
Page 97
... arms Are strong as iron bands . 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 . Week ...
... arms Are strong as iron bands . 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 . Week ...
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Popular passages
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!