The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowGeorge Routledge, 1867 - 452页 |
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... sleep , Go to the woods and hills ! -- No tears Dim the sweet look that Nature wears . BURIAL OF THE MINNISINK . ON sunny slope and beechen swell , The shadowed light of evening fell ; And , where the maple's leaf was brown , With soft ...
... sleep , Go to the woods and hills ! -- No tears Dim the sweet look that Nature wears . BURIAL OF THE MINNISINK . ON sunny slope and beechen swell , The shadowed light of evening fell ; And , where the maple's leaf was brown , With soft ...
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... Sleep on the bosom , that thy lips have pressed ! Sleep , little one ; and closely , gently place Thy drowsy eyelid on thy mother's breast . E Upon that tender cye , my little friend , Soft. SPRING . FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES D'ORLEANS ...
... Sleep on the bosom , that thy lips have pressed ! Sleep , little one ; and closely , gently place Thy drowsy eyelid on thy mother's breast . E Upon that tender cye , my little friend , Soft. SPRING . FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES D'ORLEANS ...
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... sleep sits upon his brow ; His eye is closed ; he sleeps , nor dreams of harm . Wore not his cheek the apple's ruddy ... sleep beguile ! O ! when shall he , for whom I sigh in vain , Beside me watch to see thy waking smile ? THE GRAVE ...
... sleep sits upon his brow ; His eye is closed ; he sleeps , nor dreams of harm . Wore not his cheek the apple's ruddy ... sleep beguile ! O ! when shall he , for whom I sigh in vain , Beside me watch to see thy waking smile ? THE GRAVE ...
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... sleeping with their heads to the westward . Each held a lighted taper in his hand when he died ; and in his coffin were placed his little heart - treasures , and a piece of money for his last journey . Babes that came lifeless into the ...
... sleeping with their heads to the westward . Each held a lighted taper in his hand when he died ; and in his coffin were placed his little heart - treasures , and a piece of money for his last journey . Babes that came lifeless into the ...
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... sleep are ye now , and the light in its radiant splendour Rains from the heaven downward ; -to - day on the threshold of childhood Kindly she frees you again , to examine and make your election , For she knows nought of compulsion , and ...
... sleep are ye now , and the light in its radiant splendour Rains from the heaven downward ; -to - day on the threshold of childhood Kindly she frees you again , to examine and make your election , For she knows nought of compulsion , and ...
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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.