The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowDavid Bogue, 1851 - 546 pages |
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... hope of escape ; and cries and fierce imprecations Rang through the house of prayer ; and high o'er the heads of the others Rose , with his arms uplifted , the figure of Basil the blacksmith , As , on a stormy sea , a spar is tossed by ...
... hope of escape ; and cries and fierce imprecations Rang through the house of prayer ; and high o'er the heads of the others Rose , with his arms uplifted , the figure of Basil the blacksmith , As , on a stormy sea , a spar is tossed by ...
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... hope , and forgiveness , and patience ! Then , all - forgetful of self , she wandered into the vil- lage , Cheering with looks and words the disconsolate hearts of the women , As o'er the darkening fields with lingering steps they ...
... hope , and forgiveness , and patience ! Then , all - forgetful of self , she wandered into the vil- lage , Cheering with looks and words the disconsolate hearts of the women , As o'er the darkening fields with lingering steps they ...
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... hope or by hearsay , Sought for their kith and their kin among the few- acred farmers On the Acadian coast , and the prairies of fair Ope- lousas . With them Evangeline went , and her guide , the Father Felician . Onward o'er sunken ...
... hope or by hearsay , Sought for their kith and their kin among the few- acred farmers On the Acadian coast , and the prairies of fair Ope- lousas . With them Evangeline went , and her guide , the Father Felician . Onward o'er sunken ...
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... Hope still guided them on , as the magic Fata Mor- gana Shewed them her lakes of light , that retreated and vanished before them . Once , as they sat by their evening fire , there si- lently entered Into the little camp an Indian woman ...
... Hope still guided them on , as the magic Fata Mor- gana Shewed them her lakes of light , that retreated and vanished before them . Once , as they sat by their evening fire , there si- lently entered Into the little camp an Indian woman ...
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... secluded hamlets , in towns and populous cities . Like a phantom she came , and passed away unre- membered . Fair was she and young , when in hope began the long journey ; Faded was she and old , when in disappointment it EVANGELINE . 85.
... secluded hamlets , in towns and populous cities . Like a phantom she came , and passed away unre- membered . Fair was she and young , when in hope began the long journey ; Faded was she and old , when in disappointment it EVANGELINE . 85.
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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.