The poetical works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. With prefatory noticeGall & Inglis, 1881 - 700页 |
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... Speaking of the Past unto the Present , Tell us of the ancient Games of 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 VOICES ...
... Speaking of the Past unto the Present , Tell us of the ancient Games of 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 VOICES ...
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... Speaking in tones of might , Like the prophetic voice that cried To John in Patmos , " Write ! " Write ! and tell out this bloody tale ; Record this dire eclipse , This lay of wrath , this endless wail , This dread Apocalypse ! THE ...
... Speaking in tones of might , Like the prophetic voice that cried To John in Patmos , " Write ! " Write ! and tell out this bloody tale ; Record this dire eclipse , This lay of wrath , this endless wail , This dread Apocalypse ! THE ...
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... speak But from that day Bartolemé grew hateful unto me . Victorian . Remember him no more . Let not his shadow Come between thee and me . Sweet Preciosa ! I loved thee even then , though I was silent ! Preciosa . I thought I ne'er ...
... speak But from that day Bartolemé grew hateful unto me . Victorian . Remember him no more . Let not his shadow Come between thee and me . Sweet Preciosa ! I loved thee even then , though I was silent ! Preciosa . I thought I ne'er ...
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... speak . Hypolito . Alas ! that heart of thine Is like a scene in the old play ; the curtain Rises to solemn music , and lo , enter The eleven thousand virgins of Cologne ! Victorian . Nay , like the sybil's volumes thou shouldst say ...
... speak . Hypolito . Alas ! that heart of thine Is like a scene in the old play ; the curtain Rises to solemn music , and lo , enter The eleven thousand virgins of Cologne ! Victorian . Nay , like the sybil's volumes thou shouldst say ...
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... speak of her ? Victorian . She lies asleep , And , from her parted lips , her gentle breath Comes like the fragrance from the lips of flowers . Her tender limbs are still , and on her breast The cross she prayed to ere she fell asleep ...
... speak of her ? Victorian . She lies asleep , And , from her parted lips , her gentle breath Comes like the fragrance from the lips of flowers . Her tender limbs are still , and on her breast The cross she prayed to ere she fell asleep ...
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Acadian Angel answered arrows beautiful behold bells beneath birds Bons amis breath bright Chispa clouds cried Cruzado dark dead death Don Carlos door dreams earth Elsie Evangeline eyes face fair father fear Filled flowers forest Friar Gipsy gleam golden guests hand hast hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha holy Hypolito Kenabeek King Olaf Kwasind land Lara Laughing Water leaves light listen look loud Lucifer maiden meadow Miles Standish Mondamin moon morning night o'er Osseo Padre Cura passed Pau-Puk-Keewis Pray prayer Preciosa Prince H Prince Henry river rose round rushing sail sang shadow shining Sigrid the Haughty silent singing sleep smile song Song of Hiawatha sorrow soul sound spake stand stars stood sunshine sweet sword Tharaw thee thine thou art thought unto Victorian village voice walls wampum wandered whispered wigwam wild wind words youth
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第96页 - Tis of the wave and not the rock; 'Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale ! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore. Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee.
第5页 - In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife! Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead! Act, — act in the living Present! Heart within, and God o'erhead! 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...
第96页 - 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 Master laid thy keel, What Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel, Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope...
第538页 - This was the peasant's last Good-night, A voice replied, far up the height, Excelsior ! At break of day, as heavenward The pious monks of Saint Bernard Uttered the oft-repeated prayer, A voice cried through the startled air Excelsior ! A traveller, by the faithful hound, Half-buried in the snow was found, Still grasping in his hand of ice That banner with the strange device Excelsior ! There in the twilight cold and gray, Lifeless, but beautiful, he lay, And from the sky, serene and far, A voice...
第437页 - OFTEN I think of the beautiful town * That is seated by the sea ; Often in thought go up and down The pleasant streets of that dear old town, And my youth comes back to me. And a verse of a Lapland song Is haunting my memory still : " A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
第535页 - Her cheeks like the dawn of day, And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds, That ope in the month of May. The skipper he stood beside the helm, His pipe was in his mouth, And he watched how the veering flaw did blow The smoke now west, now south. Then up and spake an old saildr, Had sailed the Spanish Main, " I pray thee, put into yonder port, For I fear a hurricane.
第104页 - Thus do we walk with her, and keep unbroken The bond which nature gives, Thinking that our remembrance, though unspoken, May reach her where she lives. Not as a child shall we again behold her; For when with raptures wild In our embraces we again enfold her, She will not be a child; But a fair maiden, in her Father's mansion, Clothed with celestial grace; And beautiful with all the soul's expansion Shall we behold her face. And though at times impetuous with emotion And anguish long suppressed, The...
第538页 - and rest Thy weary head upon this breast ' " A tear stood in his bright blue eye, But still he answered, with a sigh, Excelsior ! " Beware the pine-tree's withered branch ! Beware the awful avalanche ! " This was the peasant's last Good-night, A voice replied, far up the height, Excelsior ! At break of day, as heavenward The pious monks of Saint Bernard Uttered the oft-repeated prayer, A voice cried through the startled air, Excelsior ! A...
第269页 - Ye whose hearts are fresh and simple, Who have faith in God and Nature, Who believe, that in all ages Every human heart is human, That in even savage bosoms There are longings, yearnings, strivings For the good they comprehend not, That the feeble hands and helpless, Groping blindly in the darkness, Touch God's right hand in that darkness And are lifted up and strengthened...
第104页 - In the elder days of Art, Builders wrought with greatest care Each minute and unseen part; For the gods see everywhere. Let us do our work as well, Both the unseen and the seen; Make the house where gods may dwell Beautiful, entire, and clean.