A Selection from the Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowWard, Lock & Bowden, Limited, 1889 - 220 pages |
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... shadow of a great sorrow dark upon him . In 1836 the poet returned , a widower , to take up his office at Harvard . He continued for a period of eighteen . years to occupy the professorial chair with honour , until his retirement in ...
... shadow of a great sorrow dark upon him . In 1836 the poet returned , a widower , to take up his office at Harvard . He continued for a period of eighteen . years to occupy the professorial chair with honour , until his retirement in ...
Page xv
... shadows of the past , appears in the description of Nuremberg , in whose streets and churches the poet conjures up the figures of " Albrecht Dürer , the evangelist of art , " and of Hans Sachs , shoe- maker and master singer ; where he ...
... shadows of the past , appears in the description of Nuremberg , in whose streets and churches the poet conjures up the figures of " Albrecht Dürer , the evangelist of art , " and of Hans Sachs , shoe- maker and master singer ; where he ...
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... shadows of earth , but reflecting an image of heaven ? Waste are those pleasant farms , and the farmers for ever departed ! Scattered like dust and leaves , when the mighty blasts of October Seize them , and whirl them aloft , and ...
... shadows of earth , but reflecting an image of heaven ? Waste are those pleasant farms , and the farmers for ever departed ! Scattered like dust and leaves , when the mighty blasts of October Seize them , and whirl them aloft , and ...
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... shadow , As in the days of her youth , Evangeline rose in his vision . Tears came into his eyes ; and as slowly he lifted his eyelids , Vanished the vision away , but Evangeline knelt by his bedside . Vainly he strove to whisper her ...
... shadow , As in the days of her youth , Evangeline rose in his vision . Tears came into his eyes ; and as slowly he lifted his eyelids , Vanished the vision away , but Evangeline knelt by his bedside . Vainly he strove to whisper her ...
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... shadow of the forest , Love the wind among the branches , And the rain - shower and the snow - storm , And the rushing of great rivers Through their palisades of pine - trees , And the thunder in the mountains , Whose innumerable echoes ...
... shadow of the forest , Love the wind among the branches , And the rain - shower and the snow - storm , And the rushing of great rivers Through their palisades of pine - trees , And the thunder in the mountains , Whose innumerable echoes ...
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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!