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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... Rose the blue hills . One cloud of white , Around a far uplifted cone , In the warm blush of evening shone ; An image of the silver lakes , By which the Indian's soul awakes . But soon a funeral hymn was heard Where the soft breath of ...
... Rose the blue hills . One cloud of white , Around a far uplifted cone , In the warm blush of evening shone ; An image of the silver lakes , By which the Indian's soul awakes . But soon a funeral hymn was heard Where the soft breath of ...
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... rose . Her hair Is like the summer tresses of the trees , When twilight makes them brown , and on her cheek Blushes the richness of an autumn sky , With ever - shifting beauty . Then her breath , It is so like the gentle air of Spring ...
... rose . Her hair Is like the summer tresses of the trees , When twilight makes them brown , and on her cheek Blushes the richness of an autumn sky , With ever - shifting beauty . Then her breath , It is so like the gentle air of Spring ...
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... rose an avenue Of tall and sombrous pines ; Abroad their fan - like branches grew , And , where the sunshine darted through , Spread a vapour soft and blue , In long and sloping lines . And , falling on my weary brain Like a fast ...
... rose an avenue Of tall and sombrous pines ; Abroad their fan - like branches grew , And , where the sunshine darted through , Spread a vapour soft and blue , In long and sloping lines . And , falling on my weary brain Like a fast ...
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... rose and fell On the alarmèd air . Down the broad valley fast and far The troubled army fled ; Up rose the glorious morning star , The ghastly host was dead . man , That strange and mystic scroll , That an army of phantoms vast and wan ...
... rose and fell On the alarmèd air . Down the broad valley fast and far The troubled army fled ; Up rose the glorious morning star , The ghastly host was dead . man , That strange and mystic scroll , That an army of phantoms vast and wan ...
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... rose from the city at that early morning hour , But I heard a heart of iron beating in the ancient tower . From their nests beneath the rafters sang the swallows wild and high , And the world , beneath me sleeping , seemed more distant ...
... rose from the city at that early morning hour , But I heard a heart of iron beating in the ancient tower . From their nests beneath the rafters sang the swallows wild and high , And the world , beneath me sleeping , seemed more distant ...
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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...