A Selection from the Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowWard, Lock & Bowden, Limited, 1889 - 220 pages |
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... wait , and thus it may be predicted that his name and his work will remain honoured and valued : As long as the river flows ; As long as the past has passions ; As long as life has woes . H. W. DULCKEN . CONTENTS . BIOGRAPHICAL PREFACE ...
... wait , and thus it may be predicted that his name and his work will remain honoured and valued : As long as the river flows ; As long as the past has passions ; As long as life has woes . H. W. DULCKEN . CONTENTS . BIOGRAPHICAL PREFACE ...
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... Waited the women . They stood by the graves , and hung on the head - stones Garlands of autumn - leaves and evergreens fresh from the forest . Then came the guard from the ships , and marching proudly among them Entered the sacred ...
... Waited the women . They stood by the graves , and hung on the head - stones Garlands of autumn - leaves and evergreens fresh from the forest . Then came the guard from the ships , and marching proudly among them Entered the sacred ...
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... waiting . ] Half - way down to the shore Evangeline waited in silence , Not overcome with grief , but strong in the hour of affliction , - Calmly and sadly waited , until the procession ap- proached her . And she beheld the face of ...
... waiting . ] Half - way down to the shore Evangeline waited in silence , Not overcome with grief , but strong in the hour of affliction , - Calmly and sadly waited , until the procession ap- proached her . And she beheld the face of ...
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... wait for him longer ? Are there not other youths as fair as Gabriel ? others Who have hearts as tender and true , and spirits as loyal ? Here is Baptiste Leblanc , the notary's son , who HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW . 15 Evangeline's ...
... wait for him longer ? Are there not other youths as fair as Gabriel ? others Who have hearts as tender and true , and spirits as loyal ? Here is Baptiste Leblanc , the notary's son , who HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW . 15 Evangeline's ...
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... waited . Still in her heart she heard the funeral dirge of the ocean , But with its sound there was mingled a voice that whispered , " Despair not ! " THE SISTER OF MERCY . In that delightful land which is washed by the Dela ware's ...
... waited . Still in her heart she heard the funeral dirge of the ocean , But with its sound there was mingled a voice that whispered , " Despair not ! " THE SISTER OF MERCY . In that delightful land which is washed by the Dela ware's ...
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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!