The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Volume 6Houghton, Mifflin, 1911 |
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... VOICE ( within ) . What wouldst thou ask of us ? Ready are we to die , but we will never Transgress the law and customs of our fathers . THE MOTHER . It is the voice of my first - born ! O brave And noble boy ! Thou hast the privilege ...
... VOICE ( within ) . What wouldst thou ask of us ? Ready are we to die , but we will never Transgress the law and customs of our fathers . THE MOTHER . It is the voice of my first - born ! O brave And noble boy ! Thou hast the privilege ...
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... VOICE ( within ) . Behold these hands Held out to thee , O King Antiochus , Not to implore thy mercy , but to show That I despise them . He who gave them to me Will give them back again . THE MOTHER . O Avilan , It is thy voice . For ...
... VOICE ( within ) . Behold these hands Held out to thee , O King Antiochus , Not to implore thy mercy , but to show That I despise them . He who gave them to me Will give them back again . THE MOTHER . O Avilan , It is thy voice . For ...
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... VOICE ( within ) . It is good , O King , Being put to death by men , to look for hope From God , to be raised up again by him . But thou no resurrection shalt thou have To life hereafter . ― THE MOTHER . Four ! already four ! Three are ...
... VOICE ( within ) . It is good , O King , Being put to death by men , to look for hope From God , to be raised up again by him . But thou no resurrection shalt thou have To life hereafter . ― THE MOTHER . Four ! already four ! Three are ...
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... voice . Die as thy brothers died . Thou must not live ! SCENE II . THE MOTHER ; ANTIOCHUS ; SIRION . Are they all dead ? THE MOTHER . ANTIOCHUS . Of all thy Seven Sons One only lives . Behold them where they lie ; How dost thou like ...
... voice . Die as thy brothers died . Thou must not live ! SCENE II . THE MOTHER ; ANTIOCHUS ; SIRION . Are they all dead ? THE MOTHER . ANTIOCHUS . Of all thy Seven Sons One only lives . Behold them where they lie ; How dost thou like ...
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... voice , Nor wilt thou hear , amid thy troubled dreams , Thy children crying for thee in the night ! THE MOTHER . O Death , that stretchest thy white hands to me , I fear them not , but press them to my lips , That are as white as thine ...
... voice , Nor wilt thou hear , amid thy troubled dreams , Thy children crying for thee in the night ! THE MOTHER . O Death , that stretchest thy white hands to me , I fear them not , but press them to my lips , That are as white as thine ...
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ANTIOCHUS arms artists Atonement beautiful behold BENVENUTO BERNARDINO Beth-horon brave breath bright brooklet CARDINAL IPPOLITO castle CAVALIERI dead death divine dost doth dream Duke earth face fair father flame Florence FRA SEBASTIANO Francesco Berni FRITHIOF'S Frithiof's Saga gentle glory gold hand hath hear heart heaven holy honor hour JACOPO NARDI JASON JENS IMMANUEL BAGGESEN Jews Judas Maccabæus JULIA JULIUS King land Last Judgment light Line live Longfellow look Lord Maidens MESSER CLAUDIO MICHAEL ANGELO MONK NARDI NICANOR night Nils Juel noble o'er paint poem Poetry of Europe Poets and Poetry pray rest Rome round SCENE SEBASTIANO SEBASTIANO DEL PIOMBO shalt silent sing sleep song sonnets sorrows soul speak stars steeds sweet Tharaw thee thine things thou art thou hast thought TITIAN translation unto URBINO VALDESSO VITTORIA COLONNA voice walls Wayside Wayside Inn
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Page 273 - And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries, and all knowledge; and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, and have not love, I am nothing. And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, and have not love, it profiteth me nothing.
Page 204 - INTO the Silent Land ! Ah ! who shall lead us thither? Clouds in the evening sky more darkly gather, And shattered wrecks lie thicker on the strand. Who leads us with a gentle hand Thither, oh, thither, Into the Silent Land?
Page 197 - I KNOW a maiden fair to see, Take care ! She can both false and friendly be, Beware ! Beware ! Trust her not. She is fooling thee ! She has two eyes, so soft and brown, Take care ! She gives a side-glance and looks down, Beware ! Beware ! Trust her not, She ifl fooling thee ! And she has hair of a golden hue, Take care ! And what she says, it is not true, Beware ! Beware ! Trunt her not, She is fooling thee ! She has a bosom as white as snow, Take care ! She knows how much it is best to show.
Page 172 - LET nothing disturb thee, Nothing affright thee ; All things are passing ; God never changeth ; Patient endurance Attaineth to all things ; Who God possesseth In nothing is wanting ; Alone God sufficeth.
Page 200 - And fain it would stoop downward To the mirrored wave below ; And fain it would soar upward In the evening's ciimsoii glow." " Well have I seen that castle, That Castle by the Sea, And the moon above it standing, And the mist rise solemnly.
Page 204 - O Land ! For all the broken-hearted The mildest herald by our fate allotted, Beckons, and with inverted torch doth stand To lead us with a gentle hand Into the land of the great Departed, Into the Silent Land ;
Page 356 - Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small; Though with patience he stands waiting, with exactness grinds he all.
Page 223 - GENTLE Spring! — in sunshine clad, Well dost thou thy power display ! For Winter maketh the light heart sad, And thou, — thou makest the sad heart gay.
Page 282 - Ah, to build, to build ! That is the noblest art of all the arts. Painting and sculpture are but images, Are merely shadows cast by outward things On stone or canvas, having in themselves No separate existence. Architecture, Existing in itself, and not in seeming A something it is not, surpasses them As substance shadow.
Page 103 - ... also when they shall be afraid of that which is high and fears shall be in the way, and the almond tree shall flourish and the grass-hopper shall be a burden, and desire shall fail : because man goeth to his long home and the mourners go about the streets...