The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowGeorge Routledge, 1867 - 452页 |
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第14页
... cried , " Soul , from thy casement look , and thou shalt see How he persists to knock and wait for thee ! " And , O ! how often to that voice of sorrow , " To - morrow we will open , " I replied , And when the morrow came I answered ...
... cried , " Soul , from thy casement look , and thou shalt see How he persists to knock and wait for thee ! " And , O ! how often to that voice of sorrow , " To - morrow we will open , " I replied , And when the morrow came I answered ...
第22页
... cried aloud : " Quick , quick , and bow the knee ! Behold the Angel of God ! fold up thy hands ! Henceforward shalt thou see such officers ! " See , how he scorns all human arguments , So that no oar he wants , nor other sail Than his ...
... cried aloud : " Quick , quick , and bow the knee ! Behold the Angel of God ! fold up thy hands ! Henceforward shalt thou see such officers ! " See , how he scorns all human arguments , So that no oar he wants , nor other sail Than his ...
第27页
... cried a Saxon , laughing , - And dashed his beard with wine ; " I had rather live in Lapland , Than that Swabian ... cries ; " If there's a heaven upon this earth , In Bohemia it lies . " There the tailor blows the flute , And the ...
... cried a Saxon , laughing , - And dashed his beard with wine ; " I had rather live in Lapland , Than that Swabian ... cries ; " If there's a heaven upon this earth , In Bohemia it lies . " There the tailor blows the flute , And the ...
第47页
... cries : " Those who catch me Married verily This year shall be ! " And all pursue with eager haste , And all attain ... cried , " Anna , Theresa , Mary , Kate ! Here comes the cripple Jane ! " And by a fountain A woman , bent and gray ...
... cries : " Those who catch me Married verily This year shall be ! " And all pursue with eager haste , And all attain ... cried , " Anna , Theresa , Mary , Kate ! Here comes the cripple Jane ! " And by a fountain A woman , bent and gray ...
第52页
... cried . And while the wedding - guests all hold their breath , Opes the confessional , and the blind girl , see ! " Baptiste , " she said , " since thou hast wished my death , As holy water be my blood for thee ! " And calmly in the air ...
... cried . And while the wedding - guests all hold their breath , Opes the confessional , and the blind girl , see ! " Baptiste , " she said , " since thou hast wished my death , As holy water be my blood for thee ! " And calmly in the air ...
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第4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.
第338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. 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.
第338页 - His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
第162页 - In the elder days of Art, Builders wrought with greatest care Each minute and unseen part ; For the Gods see everywhere. Let us do our work as well, Both the unseen and the seen ; Make the house, where Gods may dwell, Beautiful, entire, and clean.
第365页 - LISTEN, my children, and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, On the eighteenth of April, in Seventyfive ; Hardly a man is now alive Who remembers that famous day and year. He said to his friend, "If the British march By land or sea from the town to-night, Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch Of the North Church tower as a signal light, — One, if by land, and two, if by sea ; And I on the opposite shore will be, Ready to ride and spread the alarm Through every Middlesex village...
第409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. I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet, The sound of a door that is opened, And voices soft and sweet. From my study I see in the lamplight, Descending the broad hall stair, Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra, And Edith with golden hair. A whisper, and then a silence : Yet I know by their merry eyes They are plotting and planning together...
第4页 - Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where he was once a child. "They shall all bloom in fields of light, Transplanted by my care, And saints, upon their garments white, These sacred blossoms wear.
第110页 - THE day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, 'That my soul cannot resist: A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain. Come, read to me some poem, Some...
第342页 - This was the peasant's last Good-night, A voice replied, far up the height, Excelsior ! At break of day, as heavenward The pious monks of Saint Bernard Uttered the oft-repeated prayer, A voice cried through the startled air Excelsior ! A traveller, by the faithful hound, Half-buried in the snow was found, Still grasping in his hand of ice That banner with the strange device Excelsior ! There in the twilight cold and gray, Lifeless, but beautiful, he lay, And from the sky, serene and far, A voice...
第157页 - Tis of the wave and not the rock; 'Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale ! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore. Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee.