The Poetical Works of Henry W. Longfellow, 第 3 卷B. Tauchnitz, 1863 |
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... wall , And stairways worn , and crazy doors , And creaking and uneven floors , And chimneys huge , and tiled and tall . A region of repose it seems , A place of slumber and of dreams , Remote among the wooded hills ! For there no noisy ...
... wall , And stairways worn , and crazy doors , And creaking and uneven floors , And chimneys huge , and tiled and tall . A region of repose it seems , A place of slumber and of dreams , Remote among the wooded hills ! For there no noisy ...
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... gleamed on wainscot and on wall , It touched with more than wonted grace Fair Princess Mary's pictured face ; It bronzed the rafters overhead , On the old spinet's ivory keys It played inaudible melodies 4 TALES OF A WAYSIDE INN .
... gleamed on wainscot and on wall , It touched with more than wonted grace Fair Princess Mary's pictured face ; It bronzed the rafters overhead , On the old spinet's ivory keys It played inaudible melodies 4 TALES OF A WAYSIDE INN .
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... wall . But first the Landlord will I trace ; Grave in his aspect and attire ; A man of ancient pedigree , A Justice of the Peace was he , Known in all Sudbury as " The Squire . " Proud was he of his name and race , Of old Sir William ...
... wall . But first the Landlord will I trace ; Grave in his aspect and attire ; A man of ancient pedigree , A Justice of the Peace was he , Known in all Sudbury as " The Squire . " Proud was he of his name and race , Of old Sir William ...
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... wall , Where he paused to listen and look down A moment on the roofs of the town , And the moonlight flowing over all . Beneath , in the churchyard , lay the dead , In their night - encampment on the hill , Wrapped in silence so deep ...
... wall , Where he paused to listen and look down A moment on the roofs of the town , And the moonlight flowing over all . Beneath , in the churchyard , lay the dead , In their night - encampment on the hill , Wrapped in silence so deep ...
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... wall , Chasing the red - coats down the lane , Then crossing the fields to emerge again Under the trees at the turn of the road , And only pausing to fire and load . So through the night rode Paul Revere ; And so through the night went ...
... wall , Chasing the red - coats down the lane , Then crossing the fields to emerge again Under the trees at the turn of the road , And only pausing to fire and load . So through the night rode Paul Revere ; And so through the night went ...
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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.