A Selection from the Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowWard, Lock & Bowden, Limited, 1889 - 220 pages |
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... feeling Longfellow possesses a large share - an infinite capacity for sympathizing with sorrow and suffering , and a rare intuitive perception of the secret griefs of the heart . But his mournful- ness never degenerates into morbid ...
... feeling Longfellow possesses a large share - an infinite capacity for sympathizing with sorrow and suffering , and a rare intuitive perception of the secret griefs of the heart . But his mournful- ness never degenerates into morbid ...
Page xvi
... feeling that called them forth , but are not distinguished by any extra- ordinary poetic merit . Longfellow's single dramatic effort , " The Spanish Student , " is a piece of charming pedantry , displaying the author's intimate ...
... feeling that called them forth , but are not distinguished by any extra- ordinary poetic merit . Longfellow's single dramatic effort , " The Spanish Student , " is a piece of charming pedantry , displaying the author's intimate ...
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... feeling of the American poet , according to the genius of the English language , and the wants of modern taste . " No one thinks Byron a plagiarist , or the other poets who chose that Spenserian stanza which the great Elizabethian poet ...
... feeling of the American poet , according to the genius of the English language , and the wants of modern taste . " No one thinks Byron a plagiarist , or the other poets who chose that Spenserian stanza which the great Elizabethian poet ...
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... 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 than a long - drawn sweetness ...
... 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 than a long - drawn sweetness ...
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... feeling of wonder , Still she stood , with her colourless lips apart , while a shudder Ran through her frame , and , forgotten , the flowerets dropped from her fingers , And from her eyes and cheeks the light and bloom of the morning ...
... feeling of wonder , Still she stood , with her colourless lips apart , while a shudder Ran through her frame , and , forgotten , the flowerets dropped from her fingers , And from her eyes and cheeks the light and bloom of the morning ...
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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!