Poems of Places: AmericaHenry Wadsworth Longfellow J.R. Osgood and Company, 1880 |
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... Fair elbow - room for men to thrive in ! Wide elbow - room for work or play ! If cities follow , tracing our footsteps , Ever to westward shall point our way ! Rude though our life , it suits our spirit , 4 POEMS OF PLACES .
... Fair elbow - room for men to thrive in ! Wide elbow - room for work or play ! If cities follow , tracing our footsteps , Ever to westward shall point our way ! Rude though our life , it suits our spirit , 4 POEMS OF PLACES .
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... fair , and the immense ! Favorite of Nature's liberal hand , And child of her munificence ! Filled with a rapture warm , intense , High on a cloud - girt hill I stand ; And with clear vision gazing thence , Thy glories round me far ...
... fair , and the immense ! Favorite of Nature's liberal hand , And child of her munificence ! Filled with a rapture warm , intense , High on a cloud - girt hill I stand ; And with clear vision gazing thence , Thy glories round me far ...
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... fair spot , On which improvement yet has made no blot , But Nature all astonished stands , to find Her plan protected by the human mind . Blest be the kindly genius of the scene : The river , bending in unbroken grace ; The stately ...
... fair spot , On which improvement yet has made no blot , But Nature all astonished stands , to find Her plan protected by the human mind . Blest be the kindly genius of the scene : The river , bending in unbroken grace ; The stately ...
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... fair , one dear to me . The fair has forms of ever - glimmering stone , Weird - whispering ruin , graves where legends hide , And lies in mist upon the charmed side , Over in Kentucky . The dear has restless , dimpled , pretty hands ...
... fair , one dear to me . The fair has forms of ever - glimmering stone , Weird - whispering ruin , graves where legends hide , And lies in mist upon the charmed side , Over in Kentucky . The dear has restless , dimpled , pretty hands ...
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... fair infant sleeping , smiles : So would I sleep , and dream of thee , My own , my native land , my Tennessee ! Tall mountains with their snowy cones , Far inland , bathed in sunshine , blaze ; Like gray - haired giants on their thrones ...
... fair infant sleeping , smiles : So would I sleep , and dream of thee , My own , my native land , my Tennessee ! Tall mountains with their snowy cones , Far inland , bathed in sunshine , blaze ; Like gray - haired giants on their thrones ...
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第 164 頁 - Of these fair solitudes once stir with life And burn with passion? Let the mighty mounds That overlook the rivers, or that rise In the dim forest crowded with old oaks, Answer. A race, that long has passed away, Built them; - a disciplined and populous race Heaped, with long toil, the earth, while yet the Greek Was hewing the Pentelicus to forms Of symmetry, and rearing on its rock The glittering Parthenon.
第 241 頁 - But the hands that were played By that heathen Chinee, And the points that he made, Were quite frightful to see, — Till at last he put down a right bower, Which the same Nye had dealt unto me. Then I looked up at Nye, And he gazed upon me ; And he rose with a sigh, And said, " Can this be? We are ruined by Chinese cheap labour," — And he went for that heathen Chinee.
第 166 頁 - And hides his sweets, as in the golden age, Within the hollow oak. I listen long To his domestic hum, and think I hear The sound of that advancing multitude Which soon shall fill these deserts.
第 72 頁 - Bathe now in the stream before you, Wash the war-paint from your faces, Wash the blood-stains from your fingers, Bury your war-clubs and your weapons, Break the red stone from this quarry, Mould and make it into Peace-Pipes, Take the reeds that grow beside you, Deck them with your brightest feathers, Smoke the calumet together, And as brothers live henceforward...
第 240 頁 - WHICH I wish to remark — And my language is plain — That for ways that are dark, And for tricks that are vain, The heathen Chinee is peculiar, Which the same I would rise to explain.
第 27 頁 - They hunt no more for the possum and the coon On the meadow, the hill, and the shore ; They sing no more by the glimmer of the moon On the bench by the old cabin door.
第 163 頁 - Pacific — have ye fanned A nobler or a lovelier scene than this ? Man hath no part in all this glorious work : The hand that built the firmament hath heaved And smoothed these verdant swells, and sown their slopes With herbage, planted them with island groves, And hedged them round with forests.
第 162 頁 - These are the gardens of the Desert, these The unshorn fields, boundless and beautiful, For which the speech of England has no name — The Prairies. I behold them for the first, And my heart swells, while the dilated sight Takes in the encircling vastness. Lo! they stretch In airy undulations, far away, As if the Ocean, in his gentlest swell, Stood still, with all his rounded billows fixed And motionless forever.
第 71 頁 - I have given you lands to hunt in, I have given you streams to fish in, I have given you bear and bison, I have given you roe and reindeer, I have given you brant and beaver, Filled the marshes full of wild-fowl, Filled the rivers full of fishes: Why then are you not contented?
第 216 頁 - Of the Brave.' 'But the great Tower?' 'That,' he answered, 'is the way, sir, of the Brave!' "Then a sudden shame came o'er me at his uniform of light; At my own so old and tattered, and at his so new and bright: 'Ah!