The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowRoutledge, 1877 - 644页 |
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... Speaking of the Past unto the Present , Tell us of the ancient Games of Flow- ers ; In all places , then , and in all seasons , Flowers expand their light and soul- like wings , Teaching us , by most persuasive rea- sons , How akin they ...
... Speaking of the Past unto the Present , Tell us of the ancient Games of Flow- ers ; In all places , then , and in all seasons , Flowers expand their light and soul- like wings , Teaching us , by most persuasive rea- sons , How akin they ...
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... speak not of the Trojan name , Neither its glory nor its shame Has met our eyes ; Nor of Rome's great and glorious dead , Though we have heard so oft , and read , Their histories . Little avails it now to know Of ages passed so long ago ...
... speak not of the Trojan name , Neither its glory nor its shame Has met our eyes ; Nor of Rome's great and glorious dead , Though we have heard so oft , and read , Their histories . Little avails it now to know Of ages passed so long ago ...
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... speak it here , Ye would stand aghast with fear ; I am a Prince of mighty sway When he rode into the lists , The arch of heaven grew black with mists , And the castle ' gan to rock ; At the first blow , Fell the youth from saddle - bow ...
... speak it here , Ye would stand aghast with fear ; I am a Prince of mighty sway When he rode into the lists , The arch of heaven grew black with mists , And the castle ' gan to rock ; At the first blow , Fell the youth from saddle - bow ...
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... speaking from death's frost , Like fiery tongues at Pentecost ! Glimmer , as funeral lamps , Amid the chills and damps Of the vast plain where Death e camps ! THE SKELETON IN ARMOR . " SPEAK ! speak ! thou fearful guest ! Who , with thy ...
... speaking from death's frost , Like fiery tongues at Pentecost ! Glimmer , as funeral lamps , Amid the chills and damps Of the vast plain where Death e camps ! THE SKELETON IN ARMOR . " SPEAK ! speak ! thou fearful guest ! Who , with thy ...
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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 Day 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 Day of Wrath , this Endless Wail , This dread Apocalypse ! THE ...
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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...