A Selection from the Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowWard, Lock & Bowden, Limited, 1889 - 220 pages |
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... flowers " and the old German song " Es ist ein Schnitter , der heisst Tod . . . . Hüte dich schön's Blümelein " ; and , again , the lines on the American Union in " The Building of the Ship , " irresistibly recall the splendid rhapsody ...
... flowers " and the old German song " Es ist ein Schnitter , der heisst Tod . . . . Hüte dich schön's Blümelein " ; and , again , the lines on the American Union in " The Building of the Ship , " irresistibly recall the splendid rhapsody ...
Page xxvi
... • 63 HYMN OF THE MORAVIAN NUNS OF BETHLEHEM 64 66 FROM VOICES OF THE NIGHT . " HYMN TO THE NIGHT A PSALM OF LIFE THE REAPER AND THE FLOWERS FOOTSTEPS OF ANGELS 66 68 69 71 66 FROM POEMS ON SLAVERY . " THE SLAVE'S DREAM xxvi CONTENTS .
... • 63 HYMN OF THE MORAVIAN NUNS OF BETHLEHEM 64 66 FROM VOICES OF THE NIGHT . " HYMN TO THE NIGHT A PSALM OF LIFE THE REAPER AND THE FLOWERS FOOTSTEPS OF ANGELS 66 68 69 71 66 FROM POEMS ON SLAVERY . " THE SLAVE'S DREAM xxvi CONTENTS .
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... FLOWER DE LUCE . " BEAUTIFUL LILY . CHRISTMAS BELLS TO - MORROW GIOTTO'S TOWER THREE CANTOS OF DANTE'S PARADISO 141 143 145 148 149 . 150 151 . 153 154 • . 154 TRANSLATIONS . THE GOOD SHEPHERD THE IMAGE OF GOD COPLAS xxviii CONTENTS .
... FLOWER DE LUCE . " BEAUTIFUL LILY . CHRISTMAS BELLS TO - MORROW GIOTTO'S TOWER THREE CANTOS OF DANTE'S PARADISO 141 143 145 148 149 . 150 151 . 153 154 • . 154 TRANSLATIONS . THE GOOD SHEPHERD THE IMAGE OF GOD COPLAS xxviii CONTENTS .
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... slow through the suburbs Plodded the German farmer , with flowers and fruits for the market , Met he that meek , pale face , returning home from its watchings . THE DEATH - BED MEETING . [ A pestilence has HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW . 19.
... slow through the suburbs Plodded the German farmer , with flowers and fruits for the market , Met he that meek , pale face , returning home from its watchings . THE DEATH - BED MEETING . [ A pestilence has HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW . 19.
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... flowers for an answer , Finding no words for his thought . He remembered that day in the winter , After the first great snow , when he broke a path from the village , Reeling and plunging along through the drifts that encumbered the ...
... flowers for an answer , Finding no words for his thought . He remembered that day in the winter , After the first great snow , when he broke a path from the village , Reeling and plunging along through the drifts that encumbered the ...
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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!