A Selection from the Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowWard, Lock & Bowden, Limited, 1889 - 220 pages |
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... heart . But his mournful- ness never degenerates into morbid melancholy . To him life is a battle - field , a struggle in which each human being is bound to bear a part . " Be a hero in the strife ! " is his motto . To act in the living ...
... heart . But his mournful- ness never degenerates into morbid melancholy . To him life is a battle - field , a struggle in which each human being is bound to bear a part . " Be a hero in the strife ! " is his motto . To act in the living ...
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... memory does it rest as other than a long - drawn sweetness and sadness that has become a portion , and a purifying portion , of the experiences of the heart ? Hiawatha ' has a different claim . It is a work sui BIOGRAPHICAL PREFACE . xxiii.
... memory does it rest as other than a long - drawn sweetness and sadness that has become a portion , and a purifying portion , of the experiences of the heart ? Hiawatha ' has a different claim . It is a work sui BIOGRAPHICAL PREFACE . xxiii.
Page xxix
... Best Medicines Sin · Poverty and Blindness . Law of Life Creeds . The Restless Heart . Christian Love · . 195 196 198 . 199 199 . 199 200 • 200 200 200 201 TRANSLATIONS ( continued ) . Art and Tact Retribution Truth CONTENTS . xxix.
... Best Medicines Sin · Poverty and Blindness . Law of Life Creeds . The Restless Heart . Christian Love · . 195 196 198 . 199 199 . 199 200 • 200 200 200 201 TRANSLATIONS ( continued ) . Art and Tact Retribution Truth CONTENTS . xxix.
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... hearts that beneath it Leaped like the roe , when he hears in the woodland the voice of the huntsman ? Where is the thatch - roofed village , the home of Aca- dian farmers , Men whose lives glided on like rivers that water the woodlands ...
... hearts that beneath it Leaped like the roe , when he hears in the woodland the voice of the huntsman ? Where is the thatch - roofed village , the home of Aca- dian farmers , Men whose lives glided on like rivers that water the woodlands ...
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... hearts of the owners ; There the richest was poor , and the poorest lived in abundance , THE FARMER AND HIS DAUGHTER . Somewhat apart from the village , and nearer the Basin of Minas , Benedict Bellefontaine , the wealthiest farmer of ...
... hearts of the owners ; There the richest was poor , and the poorest lived in abundance , THE FARMER AND HIS DAUGHTER . Somewhat apart from the village , and nearer the Basin of Minas , Benedict Bellefontaine , the wealthiest farmer of ...
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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!