The Complete Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowHoughton Mifflin, 1914 - 689 pages |
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... MICHAEL ANGELO AND BEN- Venuto CelliNI IV . FRA SEBASTIANO DEL PIOMBO . 557 560 THE CASTLE OF VAUTSBERG ON THE RHINE ... MICHAEL Angelo's STUDIO 581 TRAGEDIES . VII . THE OAKS of Monte Luca 183 JOHN ENDICOTT . VIII THE Dead Christ 385 ...
... MICHAEL ANGELO AND BEN- Venuto CelliNI IV . FRA SEBASTIANO DEL PIOMBO . 557 560 THE CASTLE OF VAUTSBERG ON THE RHINE ... MICHAEL Angelo's STUDIO 581 TRAGEDIES . VII . THE OAKS of Monte Luca 183 JOHN ENDICOTT . VIII THE Dead Christ 385 ...
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... Michael Angelo . " Two months later he wrote : " February 26 , 1872 . I have more definitely conceived the idea of a dramatic poem on Michael Angelo , which has been vaguely hovering in my thoughts for some time . Can I accomplish it ...
... Michael Angelo . " Two months later he wrote : " February 26 , 1872 . I have more definitely conceived the idea of a dramatic poem on Michael Angelo , which has been vaguely hovering in my thoughts for some time . Can I accomplish it ...
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... Michael Angelo , " taken in connection with the time and circumstances of its composition , may fairly be regarded as in some re- spects Longfellow's apologia . Michael Angelo rehearsing his art is dramatically con- ceived , and there ...
... Michael Angelo , " taken in connection with the time and circumstances of its composition , may fairly be regarded as in some re- spects Longfellow's apologia . Michael Angelo rehearsing his art is dramatically con- ceived , and there ...
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... Michael Angelo Hath leaned on me , I glory in myself . IL PONTE VECCHIO DI FIRENZE GADDI mi fece ; il Ponte Vecchio sono ; Cinquecent ' anni già sull ' Arno pianto Il piede , come il suo Michele Santo Piantò sul draco . Mentre ch ' io ...
... Michael Angelo Hath leaned on me , I glory in myself . IL PONTE VECCHIO DI FIRENZE GADDI mi fece ; il Ponte Vecchio sono ; Cinquecent ' anni già sull ' Arno pianto Il piede , come il suo Michele Santo Piantò sul draco . Mentre ch ' io ...
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... MICHAEL ANGELO : A FRAGMENT. I see that cloud . It makes the letters dim Before mine eyes . PHILIP ( reading ) . " To King Antiochus , The God , Epiphanes . " ANTIOCHUS . Oh mockery ! Even Lysias laughs at me ! -Go on , go on ! PHILIP ...
... MICHAEL ANGELO : A FRAGMENT. I see that cloud . It makes the letters dim Before mine eyes . PHILIP ( reading ) . " To King Antiochus , The God , Epiphanes . " ANTIOCHUS . Oh mockery ! Even Lysias laughs at me ! -Go on , go on ! PHILIP ...
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Page 95 - T is 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 7 - 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.
Page 199 - If the British march By land or sea from the town to-night, Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch Of the North Church tower as a signal light, — One, if by land, and two, if by sea ; And I on the opposite shore will be, Ready to ride and spread the alarm Through every Middlesex village and farm, For the country folk to be up and to arm.
Page 200 - A hurry of hoofs in a village street, A shape in the moonlight, a bulk in the dark, And beneath, from the pebbles, in passing, a spark Struck out by a steed flying fearless and fleet : That was all! And yet, through the gloom and the light The fate of a nation was riding that night; And the spark struck out by that steed in his flight, Kindled the land into flame with its heat.
Page 11 - THE shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior ! His brow was sad ; his eye beneath, Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior! 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 100 - We will be patient, and assuage the feeling We may not wholly stay ; By silence sanctifying, not concealing, The grief that must have way.
Page 89 - All was ended now, the hope, and the fear, and the sorrow, All the aching of heart, the restless, unsatisfied longing, All the dull, deep pain, and constant anguish of patience ! And, as she pressed once more the lifeless head to her bosom, Meekly she bowed her own, and murmured,
Page 99 - Amid these earthly damps, What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers, May be heaven's distant lamps. There is no Death ! What seems so is transition. This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life Elysian, Whose portal we call Death. She is not dead, — the child of our affection, — But gone unto that school Where she no longer needs our poor protection, And Christ himself doth rule. In that great cloister's stillness and seclusion, By guardian angels led, Safe from temptation, safe from...
Page 6 - Tow'rds the reef of Norman's Woe. And ever the fitful gusts between A sound came from the land; It was the sound of the trampling surf On the rocks and the hard sea-sand. The breakers were right beneath her bows, She drifted a dreary wreck, And a whooping billow swept the crew Like icicles from her deck. She struck where the white and fleecy waves Looked soft as carded wool, But the cruel rocks, they gored her side Like the horns of an angry bull. Her rattling shrouds, all sheathed in ice, With the...
Page 200 - It was twelve by the village clock When he crossed the bridge into Medford town. He heard the crowing of the cock, And the barking of the farmer's dog. And felt the damp of the river fog, That rises after the sun goes down. It was one by the village clock, When he galloped into Lexington. He saw the gilded weathercock Swim in the moonlight as he passed, And the meeting-house windows, blank and bare, Gaze at him with a spectral glare, As if they already stood aghast At the bloody work they would look...