The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: With Numerous IllustrationsHoughton, Mifflin, 1887 - 348 pages |
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... King Christian SONGS . The Happiest Land . The Wave .. B Seaweed The Day is done .. 71 71 The Dead . Afternoon in February 72 The Bird and the Ship . To an Old Danish Song - Book 72 Whither ? Walter von der Vogelweid .. 73 Beware ...
... King Christian SONGS . The Happiest Land . The Wave .. B Seaweed The Day is done .. 71 71 The Dead . Afternoon in February 72 The Bird and the Ship . To an Old Danish Song - Book 72 Whither ? Walter von der Vogelweid .. 73 Beware ...
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... King Robert of Sicily .. 188 Interlude .. 190 I. Miles Standish .. The Musician's Tale . 152 II . Love and Friendship . The Saga of King Olaf .. 190 153 I. III . The Lover's Errand . The Challenge of Thor . 190 155 iv . John Alden ...
... King Robert of Sicily .. 188 Interlude .. 190 I. Miles Standish .. The Musician's Tale . 152 II . Love and Friendship . The Saga of King Olaf .. 190 153 I. III . The Lover's Errand . The Challenge of Thor . 190 155 iv . John Alden ...
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... King Trisanku ..... A Wraith in the Mist ... The Three Kings . The White Czar 274 274 274 275 275 240 Delia ... 275 A BOOK OF SONNETS . - PART II . PAGE CONTENTS .
... King Trisanku ..... A Wraith in the Mist ... The Three Kings . The White Czar 274 274 274 275 275 240 Delia ... 275 A BOOK OF SONNETS . - PART II . PAGE CONTENTS .
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... king , a king ! Then comes the summer - like day , Bids the old man rejoice ! His joy ! his last ! .. O , the old man gray Loveth that ever - soft voice , Gentle and low . To the crimson woods he saith , To the voice gentle and low , Of ...
... king , a king ! Then comes the summer - like day , Bids the old man rejoice ! His joy ! his last ! .. O , the old man gray Loveth that ever - soft voice , Gentle and low . To the crimson woods he saith , To the voice gentle and low , Of ...
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... King , Don Juan ? Where Each royal prince and noble heir Of Aragon ? Where are the courtly gallantries ? The deeds of love and high emprise , In battle done ? Tourney and joust , that charmed the eye , And scarf , and gorgeous panoply ...
... King , Don Juan ? Where Each royal prince and noble heir Of Aragon ? Where are the courtly gallantries ? The deeds of love and high emprise , In battle done ? Tourney and joust , that charmed the eye , And scarf , and gorgeous panoply ...
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Page 104 - T is of the wave and not the rock ; '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 71 - THE day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an Eagle in his flight. 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 72 - And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies. Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares that infest the day Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
Page 13 - And with them the being beauteous, Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep, Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. And she sits and gazes at me, With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saintlike, Looking downward from the skies.
Page 42 - A voice replied, far up the height, Excelsior ! At break of day, as heavenward The pious monks of Saint Bernard Uttered the oft-repeated prayer, A voice cried through the startled air Excelsior ! A traveller, by the faithful hound, Half-buried in the snow was found, Still grasping in his hand of ice That banner with the strange device Excelsior ! There in the twilight cold and gray, Lifeless, but beautiful, he lay, And from the sky, serene and far, A voice fell, like a falling star, Excelsior ! POEMS...
Page 107 - Thus do we walk with her, and keep unbroken The bond which nature gives, Thinking that our remembrance, though unspoken, May reach her where she lives. Not as a child shall we again behold her ; For when with raptures wild In our embraces we again enfold her, She will not be a child ; But a fair maiden, in her Father's mansion, Clothed with celestial grace ; And beautiful with all the soul's expansion Shall we behold her face. And though at times impetuous with emotion And anguish long suppressed,...
Page 31 - 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 masts went by the board; Like a vessel of glass, she stove and sank, Ho! ho!
Page 39 - THE day is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary ; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary. My life is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary ; My thoughts still cling to the mouldering Past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast And the days are dark and dreary.
Page 37 - 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 107 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead ; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted...