The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowRoutledge, 1877 - 644页 |
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... shining ; Thy fate is the common fate of all , Into each life some rain must fall , Some days must be dark and dreary . GOD'S - ACRE . I LIKE that ancient Saxon phrase , which calls The burial - ground God's - Acre ! It is just ; It ...
... shining ; Thy fate is the common fate of all , Into each life some rain must fall , Some days must be dark and dreary . GOD'S - ACRE . I LIKE that ancient Saxon phrase , which calls The burial - ground God's - Acre ! It is just ; It ...
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... shining with the argent light of dews , Shall for a season be our place of rest . Beneath us , like an oriole's pendent nest , From which the laughing birds have taken wing , By thee abandoned , hangs thy vacant swing . Dream - like the ...
... shining with the argent light of dews , Shall for a season be our place of rest . Beneath us , like an oriole's pendent nest , From which the laughing birds have taken wing , By thee abandoned , hangs thy vacant swing . Dream - like the ...
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... shining face of the maiden . Silent she passed the hall , and entered the door of her chamber . Simple that chamber was , with its curtains of white , and its clothes - press Ample and high , on whose spacious shelves were carefully ...
... shining face of the maiden . Silent she passed the hall , and entered the door of her chamber . Simple that chamber was , with its curtains of white , and its clothes - press Ample and high , on whose spacious shelves were carefully ...
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... shining smoke uprose , and flashes of flame were Thrust through their folds and withdrawn , like the quivering hands of a martyr . Then as the wind seized the gleeds and the burning thatch , and , uplifting , Whirled them aloft through ...
... shining smoke uprose , and flashes of flame were Thrust through their folds and withdrawn , like the quivering hands of a martyr . Then as the wind seized the gleeds and the burning thatch , and , uplifting , Whirled them aloft through ...
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... Shining with snow - white plumes , large flocks of pelicans waded . Level the landscape grew , and along the shores of the river , Shaded by china - trees , in the midst of luxuriant gardens , Stood the houses of planters , with negro ...
... Shining with snow - white plumes , large flocks of pelicans waded . Level the landscape grew , and along the shores of the river , Shaded by china - trees , in the midst of luxuriant gardens , Stood the houses of planters , with negro ...
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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...