The Poetical Works of Henry W. LongfellowWard, Lock, 1886 - 698 pages |
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... answered Basil the blacksmith , Taking with easy air the accustomed seat by the fireside :“ Benedict Bellefontaine ... answer the farmer : - " Perhaps some 54 EVANGELINE.
... answered Basil the blacksmith , Taking with easy air the accustomed seat by the fireside :“ Benedict Bellefontaine ... answer the farmer : - " Perhaps some 54 EVANGELINE.
Page 55
... answer the jovial farmer :" Safer are we unarmed , in the midst of our flocks and our cornfields , Safer within these peaceful dikes , besieged by the ocean , Than were our fathers in forts , besieged by the enemy's cannon . Fear no ...
... answer the jovial farmer :" Safer are we unarmed , in the midst of our flocks and our cornfields , Safer within these peaceful dikes , besieged by the ocean , Than were our fathers in forts , besieged by the enemy's cannon . Fear no ...
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... answer the notary public , -- “ Gossip enough have I heard , in sooth , yet am never the wiser ; And what their errand may be I know not better than others . Yet am I not of those who imagine some evil intention Brings them here , for ...
... answer the notary public , -- “ Gossip enough have I heard , in sooth , yet am never the wiser ; And what their errand may be I know not better than others . Yet am I not of those who imagine some evil intention Brings them here , for ...
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... answered his kindness , Let your own hearts reply ! To my natural make and my temper Painful the task is I do , which to you I know must be grievous . Yet must I bow and obey , and deliver the will of our monarch ; Namely , that all ...
... answered his kindness , Let your own hearts reply ! To my natural make and my temper Painful the task is I do , which to you I know must be grievous . Yet must I bow and obey , and deliver the will of our monarch ; Namely , that all ...
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... answer Came from the graves of the dead , nor the gloomier grave of the living Slowly at length she returned to the tenantless house of her father . Smouldered the fire on the hearth , on the board stood the supper untasted , Empty and ...
... answer Came from the graves of the dead , nor the gloomier grave of the living Slowly at length she returned to the tenantless house of her father . Smouldered the fire on the hearth , on the board stood the supper untasted , Empty and ...
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Page 482 - 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 425 - Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought!
Page 369 - 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 saint-like, Looking downward from the skies.
Page 414 - 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 425 - His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Page 370 - SPAKE full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine, "When he called the flowers, so blue and golden, Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine. Stars they are, wherein we read our history, As astrologers and seers of eld ; Yet not wrapped about with awful mystery, Like the burning stars, which they beheld.
Page 398 - All are scattered, now, and fled, — Some are married, some are dead; And when I ask, with throbs of pain, "Ah! when shall they all meet again?
Page 396 - 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 432 - This was the peasant's last Good-night, 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...
Page 432 - MAIDEN ! with the meek, brown eyes, In whose orbs a shadow lies Like the dusk in evening skies ! Thou whose locks outshine the sun, Golden tresses, wreathed in one, As the braided streamlets run ! Standing, with reluctant feet, Where the brook and river meet, Womanhood and childhood fleet ! Gazing, with a timid glance, On the brooklet's swift advance, On the river's broad expanse ! Deep and still, that gliding stream Beautiful to thee must seem, As the river of a dream.