A Selection from the Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowWard, Lock & Bowden, Limited, 1889 - 220 pages |
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... eye sees the pageant of the medieval days when Bruges , and Ghent , and Liège , were names of note in history , the residence of great Dukes of Burgundy and German Kaisers . Of a very different kind is the grim humour in " King Witlaf's ...
... eye sees the pageant of the medieval days when Bruges , and Ghent , and Liège , were names of note in history , the residence of great Dukes of Burgundy and German Kaisers . Of a very different kind is the grim humour in " King Witlaf's ...
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... eyes as he lay dying in a public hospital , in which she ministered as a Sister of Mercy . ] INTRODUCTION . THIS is the forest primeval . The murmuring pines and the hemlocks , Bearded with moss , and in garments green , indistinct in ...
... eyes as he lay dying in a public hospital , in which she ministered as a Sister of Mercy . ] INTRODUCTION . THIS is the forest primeval . The murmuring pines and the hemlocks , Bearded with moss , and in garments green , indistinct in ...
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... , 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 6 A SELECTION FROM THE WORKS OF The Farmer and his Daughter ·
... , 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 6 A SELECTION FROM THE WORKS OF The Farmer and his Daughter ·
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... eyes , and , eagerly running to meet him , Clasped she his hands , and laid her head on his shoulder , and whispered , — " Gabriel ! be of good cheer ! for if we love one another , Nothing , in truth , can harm us , whatever HENRY ...
... eyes , and , eagerly running to meet him , Clasped she his hands , and laid her head on his shoulder , and whispered , — " Gabriel ! be of good cheer ! for if we love one another , Nothing , in truth , can harm us , whatever HENRY ...
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... eye , and his footstep Heavier seemed with the weight of the weary heart in his bosom . But with a smile and a sigh , she clasped his neck and embraced him , Speaking words of endearment where words of com- fort availed not . Thus to ...
... eye , and his footstep Heavier seemed with the weight of the weary heart in his bosom . But with a smile and a sigh , she clasped his neck and embraced him , Speaking words of endearment where words of com- fort availed not . Thus to ...
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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!