The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: Reprinted from the Revised American Edition, Including Recent Poems, with Explanatory Notes, Portrait and IllustrationsFrederick Warne, 1877 - 584 pages |
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... father's hall Shields gleamed upon the wall , Loud sang the minstrels all , Chanting his glory ; When of old Hildebrand I asked his daughter's hand , Mute did the minstrel stand To hear my story . " While the brown ale he quaffed , Loud ...
... father's hall Shields gleamed upon the wall , Loud sang the minstrels all , Chanting his glory ; When of old Hildebrand I asked his daughter's hand , Mute did the minstrel stand To hear my story . " While the brown ale he quaffed , Loud ...
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... father , I see a gleaming light , O say , what may it be ? " But the father answered never a word , A frozen corpse was he . Lashed to the helm , all stiff and stark , With his face turned to the skies , The lantern gleamed through the ...
... father , I see a gleaming light , O say , what may it be ? " But the father answered never a word , A frozen corpse was he . Lashed to the helm , all stiff and stark , With his face turned to the skies , The lantern gleamed through the ...
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... Father of his Country , dwelt . And yonder meadows broad and damp The fires of the besieging camp Encircled with a burning belt . Up and down these echoing stairs , Heavy with the weight of cares , Sounded his majestic tread ; Yes ...
... Father of his Country , dwelt . And yonder meadows broad and damp The fires of the besieging camp Encircled with a burning belt . Up and down these echoing stairs , Heavy with the weight of cares , Sounded his majestic tread ; Yes ...
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... father and a ragged shirt . Now , look you , you are gentlemen who lead the life of crickets ; you enjoy hunger by day and noise by night . Yet , I beseech you , for this once be not loud , but pathetic ; for it is a serenade to a ...
... father and a ragged shirt . Now , look you , you are gentlemen who lead the life of crickets ; you enjoy hunger by day and noise by night . Yet , I beseech you , for this once be not loud , but pathetic ; for it is a serenade to a ...
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... father ? To whom , then ? Pre . Who needs it more . Cruz . To one No one can need it more . What , I , who lurk about Pre . Thou art not poor . Cruz . In dismal suburbs and unwholesome lanes ; I , who am housed worse than the galley ...
... father ? To whom , then ? Pre . Who needs it more . Cruz . To one No one can need it more . What , I , who lurk about Pre . Thou art not poor . Cruz . In dismal suburbs and unwholesome lanes ; I , who am housed worse than the galley ...
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Page 47 - 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 47 - I SHOT an arrow into the air, It fell to earth I knew not where ; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong, That it can follow the flight of song ! Long, long afterward, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroke ; And the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend.
Page 332 - 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. From my study I see in the lamplight, Descending the broad hall stair, Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra, And Edith with golden hair.
Page 366 - So through the night rode Paul Revere; And so through the night went his cry of alarm To every Middlesex village and farm, — A cry of defiance and not of fear, A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door, And a word that shall echo forevermore!
Page 261 - Then the little Hiawatha Learned of every bird its language, Learned their names and all their secrets, How they built their nests in Summer, Where they hid themselves in Winter, Talked with them whene'er he met them, Called them "Hiawatha's Chickens." Of all beasts he learned the language, Learned their names and all their secrets, How the beavers built their lodges, Where the squirrels hid their acorns, How the reindeer ran so swiftly, Why the rabbit was so timid, Talked with them whene'er he met...
Page 366 - It was two by the village clock When he came to the bridge in Concord town. He heard the bleating of the flock, And the twitter of birds among the trees. And felt the breath of the morning breeze Blowing over the meadows brown.
Page 147 - Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State! Sail on, O Union, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, Is hanging breathless on thy fate! We know what Master laid thy keel, What Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel, Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope!
Page 40 - Try not the Pass!" the old man said; " Dark lowers the tempest overhead, The roaring torrent is deep and wide ! " And loud that clarion voice replied, Excelsior ! "O stay," the maiden said, "and rest Thy weary head upon this breast...
Page 363 - Listen, my children, and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five; Hardly a man is now alive Who remembers that famous day and year. He said to his friend, "If the British march By land or sea from the town tonight, 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...
Page 52 - How strange the sculptures that adorn these towers! This crowd of statues, in whose folded sleeves Birds build their nests; while canopied with leaves Parvis and portal bloom like trellised bowers, And the vast minster seems a cross of flowers! But fiends and dragons on the gargoyled eaves Watch the dead Christ between the living thieves, And, underneath, the traitor Judas lowers! Ah! from what agonies of heart and brain...