The Complete Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: With Numerous IllustrationsHoughton, Mifflin, 1883 - 348 pages |
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... earth , And took the flowers away . THE LIGHT OF STARS . THE night is come , but not too soon ; And sinking silently , All silently , the little moon Drops down behind the sky . There is no light in earth or heaven But the cold light of ...
... earth , And took the flowers away . THE LIGHT OF STARS . THE night is come , but not too soon ; And sinking silently , All silently , the little moon Drops down behind the sky . There is no light in earth or heaven But the cold light of ...
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... 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 . Wondrous truths , and manifold as ...
... 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 . Wondrous truths , and manifold as ...
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... earth's loosened mould The sapling draws its sustenance , and thrives ; Though stricken to the heart with winter's cold , The drooping tree revives . The softly - warbled song Comes from the pleasant woods , and colored wings Glance ...
... earth's loosened mould The sapling draws its sustenance , and thrives ; Though stricken to the heart with winter's cold , The drooping tree revives . The softly - warbled song Comes from the pleasant woods , and colored wings Glance ...
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... earth , As to the sunshine and the pure , bright air Their tops the green trees lift . Hence gifted bards Have ever loved the calm and quiet shades . For them there was an eloquent voice in all The sylvan pomp of woods , the golden sun ...
... earth , As to the sunshine and the pure , bright air Their tops the green trees lift . Hence gifted bards Have ever loved the calm and quiet shades . For them there was an eloquent voice in all The sylvan pomp of woods , the golden sun ...
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... earth our common lot , But the world comprehended not His deity . This world is but the rugged road Which leads us to the bright abode Of peace above ; So let us choose that narrow way , Which leads no traveller's foot astray From ...
... earth our common lot , But the world comprehended not His deity . This world is but the rugged road Which leads us to the bright abode Of peace above ; So let us choose that narrow way , Which leads no traveller's foot astray From ...
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Page 174 - 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.
Page 35 - Week in, week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow ; You can hear him swing his heavy sledge, With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell When the evening sun is low.
Page 11 - Ere the evening lamps are lighted, And, like phantoms grim and tall, Shadows from the fitful fire-light Dance upon the parlor wall; Then the forms of the departed Enter at the open door; The beloved, the true-hearted, Come to visit me once more; He, the young and strong, who cherished Noble longings for the strife, By the roadside fell and perished, Weary with the march of life!
Page 11 - Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us, Footprints on the sands of time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
Page 75 - THOUGH the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small ; Though with patience he stands waiting, with exactness grinds he all.
Page 29 - Last night, the moon had a golden ring, And to-night no moon we see ! " The skipper, he blew a whiff from his pipe, And a scornful laugh laughed he.
Page 13 - Flowers; In all places, then, and in all seasons, Flowers expand their light and soul-like wings, Teaching us, by most persuasive reasons, How akin they are to human things. And with childlike, credulous affection We behold their tender buds expand; Emblems of our own great resurrection, Emblems of the bright and better land.
Page 29 - 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 gleaming snow On his fixed and glassy eyes. Then the maiden clasped her hands and prayed That saved she might be; And she thought of Christ, who stilled the wave On the Lake of Galilee.
Page 64 - The tumult of each sacked and burning village ; The shout that every prayer for mercy drowns; The soldiers' revels in the midst of pillage; The wail of famine in beleaguered towns ; The bursting shell, the gateway wrenched asunder, The rattling musketry, the clashing blade ; And ever and anon, in tones of thunder The diapason of the cannonade. Is it...
Page 10 - I HEARD the trailing garments of the Night Sweep through her marble halls ! I saw her sable skirts all fringed with light From the celestial walls ! I felt her presence, by its spell of might, Stoop o'er me from above ; The calm majestic presence of the Night, As of the one I love. I heard the sounds of sorrow and delight, The manifold soft chimes, That fill the haunted chambers of the Night, Like some old poet's rhymes. From the cool cisterns of the midnight air My spirit drank repose ; The fountain...