The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowDavid Bogue, 1851 - 546 pages |
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... lives glided on like rivers that water the woodlands , Darkened by shadows of earth , but reflecting an image of heaven ? Waste are those pleasant farms , and the farmers for ever departed ! Scattered like dust and leaves , when the ...
... lives glided on like rivers that water the woodlands , Darkened by shadows of earth , but reflecting an image of heaven ? Waste are those pleasant farms , and the farmers for ever departed ! Scattered like dust and leaves , when the ...
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... live Michael , " they cried , " our brave Acadian minstrel ! " As they bore him aloft in triumphal procession ; and straightway Father Felician advanced with Evangeline , greeting the old man Kindly and oft , and recalling the past ...
... live Michael , " they cried , " our brave Acadian minstrel ! " As they bore him aloft in triumphal procession ; and straightway Father Felician advanced with Evangeline , greeting the old man Kindly and oft , and recalling the past ...
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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... live for ever young in my remembrance . Never grow old , nor change , nor pass away ! Your gentle voices will flow on for ever , When life grows bare and tarnished with decay , As through a leafless landscape flows a river . Not chance ...
... live for ever young in my remembrance . Never grow old , nor change , nor pass away ! Your gentle voices will flow on for ever , When life grows bare and tarnished with decay , As through a leafless landscape flows a river . Not chance ...
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... lives Something immortal still survives ! Thou too , sail on , O Ship of State ! Sail on , O UNION , strong and great ! Humanity with all its fears , With all the hopes of future years , Is hanging breathless on thy fate ! We know what ...
... lives Something immortal still survives ! Thou too , sail on , O Ship of State ! Sail on , O UNION , strong and great ! Humanity with all its fears , With all the hopes of future years , Is hanging breathless on thy fate ! We know what ...
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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.