The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowDavid Bogue, 1851 - 546 pages |
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... gipsy camp , or a leaguer after a battle , All escape cut off by the sea , and the sentinels near them , Lay encamped for the night the houseless Acadian farmers . Back to its nethermost caves retreated the bellowing ocean , Dragging ...
... gipsy camp , or a leaguer after a battle , All escape cut off by the sea , and the sentinels near them , Lay encamped for the night the houseless Acadian farmers . Back to its nethermost caves retreated the bellowing ocean , Dragging ...
Page 257
... Gipsy - bands of dreams and fancies , Which amid the waste expanses Of the silent land of trances Have their solitary dwelling . All else seemed asleep in Bruges , In the quaint old Flemish city . And I thought how like these chimes Are ...
... Gipsy - bands of dreams and fancies , Which amid the waste expanses Of the silent land of trances Have their solitary dwelling . All else seemed asleep in Bruges , In the quaint old Flemish city . And I thought how like these chimes Are ...
Page 304
... Gipsy . THE PADRE CURA OF GUADARRAMA . PEDRO CRESPO PANCHO FRANCISCO CHISPA BALTASAR PRECIOSA ANGELICA MARTINA DOLORES Alcalde . Alguacil . Lara's servant . Victorian's servant . Innkeeper . A Gipsy girl . A poor girl . The Padre Cura's ...
... Gipsy . THE PADRE CURA OF GUADARRAMA . PEDRO CRESPO PANCHO FRANCISCO CHISPA BALTASAR PRECIOSA ANGELICA MARTINA DOLORES Alcalde . Alguacil . Lara's servant . Victorian's servant . Innkeeper . A Gipsy girl . A poor girl . The Padre Cura's ...
Page 308
... Gipsy girl . The easier . LARA . And therefore won DON CARLOS . Nay , not to be won at all ! The only virtue that a Gipsy prizes Is chastity . That is her only virtue . Dearer than life she holds it . I remember A Gipsy woman , a vile ...
... Gipsy girl . The easier . LARA . And therefore won DON CARLOS . Nay , not to be won at all ! The only virtue that a Gipsy prizes Is chastity . That is her only virtue . Dearer than life she holds it . I remember A Gipsy woman , a vile ...
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... hide its nature , But burns as brightly in a Gipsy camp As in a palace hall . Art thou convinced ? PRECIOSA . Yes , that I love thee , as the good love heaven ; But not that I am worthy of that heaven . 322 THE SPANISH STUDENT .
... hide its nature , But burns as brightly in a Gipsy camp As in a palace hall . Art thou convinced ? PRECIOSA . Yes , that I love thee , as the good love heaven ; But not that I am worthy of that heaven . 322 THE SPANISH STUDENT .
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Acadian Acadie angel arms art thou BARTOLOMÉ beautiful behold beneath birds bosom breath bride bright CHISPA clouds Count of Lara CRUZADO dance dark dead death DON CARLOS doth dream earth Edenhall Evangeline eyes face fair father fear fire flowers forest FRIEDRICH VON LOGAU Gipsy gleam gold golden Grand-Pré grave hand hear heard heart heaven holy Humphrey Gilbert HYPOLITO JULIUS MOSEN land leaves light lips look loud maiden meadows midnight moon morning night Nils Juel o'er ocean PADRE CURA passed poem Pray prayer PRECIOSA priest restless heart rise river round sail Saint sang SCENE shadows shine ships silent silver singing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spake stands stars stood sweet tears Tharaw thee thine thou art thou hast thought Timoneda unto VICTORIAN village voice wait wander wave weary wild wind words youth
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Page 188 - Come, read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe this restless feeling, And banish the thoughts of day. Not from the grand old masters, Not from the bards sublime, Whose distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of time.
Page 216 - 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 189 - 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 224 - O what a glory doth this world put on For him who, with a fervent heart, goes forth Under the bright and glorious sky, and looks On duties well performed, and days well spent ! For him the wind, ay, and the yellow leaves Shall have a voice, and give him eloquent teachings. He shall so hear the solemn hymn, that Death Has lifted up for all, that he shall go To his long resting-place without a tear.
Page 151 - Build to-day, then, strong and sure, With a firm and ample base ; And ascending and secure Shall to-morrow find its place. Thus alone can we attain To those turrets, where the eye Sees the world as one vast plain, And one boundless reach of sky.
Page 101 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Page 539 - THOUGH the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small ; Though with patience he stands waiting, with exactness grinds he alL TRUTH.
Page 293 - The heights by great men reached and kept Were not attained by sudden flight, But they, while their companions slept, Were toiling upward in the night...
Page 242 - With thy rude ploughshare, Death, turn up the sod, And spread the furrow for the seed we sow ; This is the field and Acre of our God, This is the place where human harvests grow.
Page 210 - Oft to his frozen lair Tracked I the grisly bear, While from my path the hare Fled like a shadow; Oft through the forest dark Followed the were-wolf's bark, Until the soaring lark Sang from the meadow'. "But when I older grew, Joining a corsair's crew, O'er the dark sea I flew With the marauders. Wild was the life we led; Many the souls that sped, Many the hearts that bled, By our stern orders.