The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowJ. R. Osgood, 1874 - 363页 |
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... Light of Stars Footsteps of Angels Flowers The Beleaguered City Midnight Mass for the Dying Year EARLIER POEMS . An April Day . Autumn • Woods in Winter Hymn of the Moravian Nuns of Bethlehem Sunrise on the Hills The Spirit of Poetry ...
... Light of Stars Footsteps of Angels Flowers The Beleaguered City Midnight Mass for the Dying Year EARLIER POEMS . An April Day . Autumn • Woods in Winter Hymn of the Moravian Nuns of Bethlehem Sunrise on the Hills The Spirit of Poetry ...
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... light From the celestial walls ! I felt her presence , by its spell of might , Stoop o'er me from above ; The calm , majestic presence of the Night , As of the one I love . I heard the sounds of sorrow and delight , The manifold , soft ...
... light From the celestial walls ! I felt her presence , by its spell of might , Stoop o'er me from above ; The calm , majestic presence of the Night , As of the one I love . I heard the sounds of sorrow and delight , The manifold , soft ...
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... light , Transplanted by my care , And saints , upon their garments white , These sacred blossoms wear . ' And the mother gave , in tears and pain , The flowers she most did love ; She knew she should find them all again In the fields of ...
... light , Transplanted by my care , And saints , upon their garments white , These sacred blossoms wear . ' And the mother gave , in tears and pain , The flowers she most did love ; She knew she should find them all again In the fields of ...
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... light and soul- like wings , Teaching us , by most persuasive reasons , How akin they are to human things . And with childlike , credulous affection We behold their tender buds expand ; Emblems of our own great resurrection , Emblems of ...
... light and soul- like wings , Teaching us , by most persuasive reasons , How akin they are to human things . And with childlike , credulous affection We behold their tender buds expand ; Emblems of our own great resurrection , Emblems of ...
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... light , the green slope throws Its shadows in the hollows of the hills , And wide the upland glows . And when the eve is born , In the blue lake the sky , o'er - reaching far , Is hollowed out , and the moon dips her horn , And twinkles ...
... light , the green slope throws Its shadows in the hollows of the hills , And wide the upland glows . And when the eve is born , In the blue lake the sky , o'er - reaching far , Is hollowed out , and the moon dips her horn , And twinkles ...
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第36页 - ... A tear out of his eyes. Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought.
第87页 - Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies. Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares that infest the day Shall fold their tents like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
第236页 - A moment only he feels the spell Of the place and the hour, and the secret dread Of the lonely belfry and the dead ; For suddenly all his thoughts are bent On a shadowy something far away, Where the river widens to meet the bay, A line of black that bends and floats On the rising tide, like a bridge of boats.
第126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90页 - I SHOT an arrow into the air, It fell to earth I knew not where ; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong, That it can follow the flight of song ! Long, long afterward, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroke ; And the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend.
第90页 - Through days of sorrow and of mirth, Through days of death and days of birth, Through every swift vicissitude Of changeful time, unchanged it has stood, And as if, like God, it all things saw, It calmly repeats those words of awe, — "Forever — never ! Never — forever!
第212页 - We have not wings, we cannot soar ; But we have feet to scale and climb By slow degrees, by more and more, The cloudy summits of our time. The mighty pyramids of stone That wedge-like cleave the desert airs, When nearer seen, and better known, Are but gigantic flights of stairs. The distant mountains, that uprear Their solid bastions to the skies, Are crossed by pathways, that appear As we to higher levels rise.
第94页 - THOUGH the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small ; Though with patience he stands waiting, with exactness grinds he all.
第2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3页 - 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 take heart again. Let us, then, be up and doing, With a heart for any fate ; Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait.