A Selection from the Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowWard, Lock & Bowden, Limited, 1889 - 220 pages |
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Page 55
... prayers , They thrust him from the hall and down the stairs ; A group of tittering pages ran before , And as they opened wide the folding - door , His heart failed , for he heard , with strange alarms , The boisterous laughter of the ...
... prayers , They thrust him from the hall and down the stairs ; A group of tittering pages ran before , And as they opened wide the folding - door , His heart failed , for he heard , with strange alarms , The boisterous laughter of the ...
Page 57
... of old , With ermined mantle and with cloth of gold ; And when his courtiers came , they found him there Kneeling upon the floor , absorbed in silent prayer . THE SICILIAN'S TALE . THE BELL OF ATRI . Ar HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW . 57.
... of old , With ermined mantle and with cloth of gold ; And when his courtiers came , they found him there Kneeling upon the floor , absorbed in silent prayer . THE SICILIAN'S TALE . THE BELL OF ATRI . Ar HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW . 57.
Page 64
... Where , before the altar , hung The blood - red banner , that with prayer Had been consecrated there . And the nun's sweet hymn was heard the while , 64 A SELECTION FROM THE WORKS OF HYMN OF THE MORAVIAN NUNS OF BETHLEHEM.
... Where , before the altar , hung The blood - red banner , that with prayer Had been consecrated there . And the nun's sweet hymn was heard the while , 64 A SELECTION FROM THE WORKS OF HYMN OF THE MORAVIAN NUNS OF BETHLEHEM.
Page 65
... round the ghastly fight , If the vanquished warrior bow , Spare him ! -By our holy vow , By our prayers and many tears , By the mercy that endears , Spare him ! -he our love hath shared ! Spare HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW , 65.
... round the ghastly fight , If the vanquished warrior bow , Spare him ! -By our holy vow , By our prayers and many tears , By the mercy that endears , Spare him ! -he our love hath shared ! Spare HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW , 65.
Page 67
... - like I breathe this prayer ! Descend with broad - winged flight , The welcome , the thrice - prayed - for , the most fair , The best - beloved Night ! D A PSALM OF LIFE . WHAT THE HEART OF THE HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW , 49.
... - like I breathe this prayer ! Descend with broad - winged flight , The welcome , the thrice - prayed - for , the most fair , The best - beloved Night ! D A PSALM OF LIFE . WHAT THE HEART OF THE HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW , 49.
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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!