The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowRoutledge, 1877 - 644页 |
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... mountains capped with snow , Nor forests sounding like the sea , Nor rivers flowing ceaselessly , Where the woodlands bend to see The bending heavens below . " There is a forest where the din Of iron branches sounds ! A mighty river ...
... mountains capped with snow , Nor forests sounding like the sea , Nor rivers flowing ceaselessly , Where the woodlands bend to see The bending heavens below . " There is a forest where the din Of iron branches sounds ! A mighty river ...
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... mountain - top , and by the brink Of sequestered pools in woodland val- leys , Where the slaves of nature stoop to drink ; Not alone in her vast dome of glory , Not on graves of bird and beast alone , But in old cathedrals , high and ...
... mountain - top , and by the brink Of sequestered pools in woodland val- leys , Where the slaves of nature stoop to drink ; Not alone in her vast dome of glory , Not on graves of bird and beast alone , But in old cathedrals , high and ...
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... mountain passes The winds , like anthems , roll ; They are chanting solemn masses , Singing , " Pray for this poor soul , Pray , pray ! " And the hooded clouds , like friars , Tell their beads in drops of rain , And patter their doleful ...
... mountain passes The winds , like anthems , roll ; They are chanting solemn masses , Singing , " Pray for this poor soul , Pray , pray ! " And the hooded clouds , like friars , Tell their beads in drops of rain , And patter their doleful ...
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... mountain , like a summer bird , Lifts up her purple wing , and in the vales The gentle wind , a sweet and passion- ate wooer , Kisses the blushing leaf , and stirs up life Within the solemn woods of ash deep- crimsoned , And silver ...
... mountain , like a summer bird , Lifts up her purple wing , and in the vales The gentle wind , a sweet and passion- ate wooer , Kisses the blushing leaf , and stirs up life Within the solemn woods of ash deep- crimsoned , And silver ...
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... Mountain , and shattered cliff , and sun- ny vale , The distant lake , fountains , and mighty trees , In many a lazy syllable , repeating Their old poetic legends to the wind . And this is the sweet spirit , that doth fill The world ...
... Mountain , and shattered cliff , and sun- ny vale , The distant lake , fountains , and mighty trees , In many a lazy syllable , repeating Their old poetic legends to the wind . And this is the sweet spirit , that doth fill The world ...
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第221页 - 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.
第3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!
第37页 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes.
第130页 - 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239页 - A hurry of hoofs in a village street, A shape in the moonlight, a bulk in the dark, And beneath, from the pebbles, in passing, a spark Struck out by a steed flying fearless and fleet. That was all! And yet, through the gloom and the light, The fate of a nation was riding that night; And the spark struck out by that steed, in his flight, Kindled the land into flame with its heat.
第3页 - 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.
第41页 - There in the twilight cold and gray, Lifeless, but beautiful, he lay, And from the sky, serene and far, A voice fell, like a falling star, Excelsior!
第130页 - Then the Master, With a gesture of command, Waved his hand; And at the word, Loud and sudden there was heard, All around them and below, The sound of hammers, blow on blow, Knocking away the shores and spurs. And see! she stirs! She starts,— she moves,— she seems to feel The thrill of life along her keel, And, spurning with her foot the ground, With one exulting, joyous bound, She leaps into the ocean's arms!
第240页 - It was two by the village clock When he came to the bridge in Concord town He heard the bleating of the flock, And the twitter of birds among the trees, And felt the breath of the morning breeze Blowing over the meadows brown.
第94页 - All are scattered now and fled, Some are married, some are dead; And when I ask, with throbs of pain, " Ah ! when shall they all meet again ? " As in the days long since gone by, The ancient timepiece makes reply, — " Forever — never ! Never — forever...