The Poetical Works of Henry W. Longfellow, 第 3 卷B. Tauchnitz, 1863 |
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... thee on my wrist , or see thee fly ! " The voice was hers , and made strange echoes start Through all the haunted chambers of his heart , As an æolian harp through gusty doors Of some old THE FALCON OF SER FEDERIGO . 21 77.
... thee on my wrist , or see thee fly ! " The voice was hers , and made strange echoes start Through all the haunted chambers of his heart , As an æolian harp through gusty doors Of some old THE FALCON OF SER FEDERIGO . 21 77.
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... sufferer's side , " What can I do to comfort thee ? " she cried . At first the silent lips made no reply , But , moved at length by her importunate cry , " Give me , " he answered , with imploring THE FALCON OF SER FEDERIGO . 23.
... sufferer's side , " What can I do to comfort thee ? " she cried . At first the silent lips made no reply , But , moved at length by her importunate cry , " Give me , " he answered , with imploring THE FALCON OF SER FEDERIGO . 23.
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... thee without further word , Like thine own lure , he whirled thee round ; ah me ! pomp and flutter of brave falconry , The The bells , the jesses , the bright scarlet hood , The flight and the pursuit o'er field and wood , All these ...
... thee without further word , Like thine own lure , he whirled thee round ; ah me ! pomp and flutter of brave falconry , The The bells , the jesses , the bright scarlet hood , The flight and the pursuit o'er field and wood , All these ...
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... thee ! Nor were it grateful to forget , That from these reservoirs and tanks Even imperial Shakspeare drew His Moor of Venice and the Jew , And Romeo and Juliet , And many a famous comedy . " Then a long pause ; till some one said ...
... thee ! Nor were it grateful to forget , That from these reservoirs and tanks Even imperial Shakspeare drew His Moor of Venice and the Jew , And Romeo and Juliet , And many a famous comedy . " Then a long pause ; till some one said ...
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... thee . " Replied the Rabbi , " Let these living eyes First look upon my place in Paradise . " Then said the Angel , " Come with me and look . " Rabbi Ben Levi closed the sacred book , And rising , and uplifting his gray head , " Give me ...
... thee . " Replied the Rabbi , " Let these living eyes First look upon my place in Paradise . " Then said the Angel , " Come with me and look . " Rabbi Ben Levi closed the sacred book , And rising , and uplifting his gray head , " Give me ...
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常见术语和短语
Angel arrows beard beautiful beheld beneath birds breath Captain of Plymouth chamber cried dark Dead rides Sir death Decameron divine door dreams Drontheim Enceladus eyes face falcon Federigo feet Flanders forest Gleamed graves guest Hakon hand head hear heard heart Iceland Jarl John Alden Julius Cæsar Killingworth King Olaf King Robert land laughed light listened Longfellow look Lord loud maiden Mayflower Miles Standish mist morning Morten of Fogelsang night Norway o'er Odin Olaf the King Olaf's Priest Paul Revere pause prayer Priscilla Puritan Queen rides Sir Morten round sails Sandalphon Scald ship shore Sicily Sigrid the Haughty Sigurd silent singing smile song sound spake stood street strong Svend sweet sword tale Thangbrand thee Thor Thora Thorberg Skafting thou thoughts of youth town Victor Galbraith village voice wall warlocks wild wind wind's wood words youth are long
热门引用章节
第235页 - BETWEEN the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations , That is known as the Children's Hour.
第206页 - OFTEN I think of the beautiful town That is seated by the sea ; Often in thought go up and down The pleasant streets of that dear- old town, And my youth comes back to me. And a verse of a Lapland song Is haunting my memory still : " A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
第16页 - That rises after the sun goes down. It was one by the village clock, When he galloped into Lexington. He saw the gilded weathercock Swim in the moonlight as he passed, And the meeting-house windows, blank and bare, Gaze at him with a spectral glare, As if they already stood aghast At the bloody work they would look upon. It was two by the village clock, When he came to the bridge in Concord town.
第13页 - LISTEN, my children, and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five ; Hardly a man is now alive Who remembers that famous day and year.
第34页 - And heard the priests chant the Magnificat. And as he listened, o'er and o'er again Repeated, like a burden or refrain, He caught the words...
第120页 - Tis always morning somewhere, and above The awakening continents, from shore to shore, Somewhere the birds are singing evermore. "Think of your woods and orchards without birds ! Of empty nests that cling to boughs and beams As in an idiot's brain remembered words Hang empty mid the cobwebs of his dreams...
第141页 - If the great Captain of Plymouth is so very eager to wed me. Why does he not come himself, and take the trouble to woo me? If I am not worth the wooing, I surely am not worth the winning...
第226页 - Ah ! what would the world be to us If the children were no more? We should dread the desert behind us Worse than the dark before. What the leaves are to the forest, With light and air for food, Ere their sweet and tender juices Have been hardened into wood, — That to the world are children; Through them it feels the glow Of a brighter and sunnier climate Than reaches the trunks below.
第138页 - Open wide on her lap lay the well-worn psalm-book of Ainsworth, Printed in Amsterdam, the words and the music together, Rough-hewn, angular notes, like stones in the wall of a churchyard, Darkened and overhung by the running vine of the verses.
第217页 - WHENE'ER a noble deed is wrought, Whene'er is spoken a noble thought, Our hearts, in glad surprise, To higher levels rise. The tidal wave of deeper souls Into our inmost being rolls, And lifts us unawares Out of all meaner cares.