The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowDavid Bogue, 1851 - 546 pages |
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... leaves , when the mighty blasts of October Seize them , and whirl them aloft , and sprinkle them far o'er the ocean . Nought but tradition remains of the beautiful village of Grand - Pré . Ye who believe in affection that hopes , and en ...
... leaves , when the mighty blasts of October Seize them , and whirl them aloft , and sprinkle them far o'er the ocean . Nought but tradition remains of the beautiful village of Grand - Pré . Ye who believe in affection that hopes , and en ...
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... leaves . Fair was she to behold , that maiden of seventeen summers . Black were her eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by the way - side , Black , yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses ! Sweet was her ...
... leaves . Fair was she to behold , that maiden of seventeen summers . Black were her eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by the way - side , Black , yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses ! Sweet was her ...
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... leaves alternately played on his snow - white Hair , as it waved in the wind ; and the jolly face of the fiddler Glowed like a living coal when the ashes are blown from the embers . Gaily the old man sang to the vibrant sound of his ...
... leaves alternately played on his snow - white Hair , as it waved in the wind ; and the jolly face of the fiddler Glowed like a living coal when the ashes are blown from the embers . Gaily the old man sang to the vibrant sound of his ...
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... leaves and evergreens fresh from the forest . Then came the guard from the ships , and marching proudly among them , Entered the sacred portal . With loud and dissonant clangour Echoed the sound of their brazen drums from ceiling and ...
... leaves and evergreens fresh from the forest . Then came the guard from the ships , and marching proudly among them , Entered the sacred portal . With loud and dissonant clangour Echoed the sound of their brazen drums from ceiling and ...
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... leaves of the sycamore - tree by the window . Keenly the lightning flashed ; and the voice of the echoing thunder Told her that God was in heaven , and governed the world he created ! Then she remembered the tale she had heard of the ...
... leaves of the sycamore - tree by the window . Keenly the lightning flashed ; and the voice of the echoing thunder Told her that God was in heaven , and governed the world he created ! Then she remembered the tale she had heard of the ...
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Acadian Acadie angel 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 slumbered 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.