Poems on slavery, early poems, additional poems, and ballads |
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... of Vogelweid . Till at length the portly abbot Murmured , " Why this waste of food ? Be it changed to loaves henceforward For our fasting brotherhood . " Then in vain o'er tower and turret , From the 22 ADDITIONAL POEMS .
... of Vogelweid . Till at length the portly abbot Murmured , " Why this waste of food ? Be it changed to loaves henceforward For our fasting brotherhood . " Then in vain o'er tower and turret , From the 22 ADDITIONAL POEMS .
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... changed to devils , Frighten mortals wine - o'ertaken . Now to rivulets from the mountains Point the rods of fortune - tellers ; Youth perpetual dwells in fountains , Not in flasks , and casks , and cellars . Claudius , though he sang ...
... changed to devils , Frighten mortals wine - o'ertaken . Now to rivulets from the mountains Point the rods of fortune - tellers ; Youth perpetual dwells in fountains , Not in flasks , and casks , and cellars . Claudius , though he sang ...
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... changed their names , and run away to seek their fortunes beyond the sea . I say , with the Bishop of Avranches , on a similar occasion : - " I cannot be displeased to see these children of mine , which I have ne- glected , and almost ...
... changed their names , and run away to seek their fortunes beyond the sea . I say , with the Bishop of Avranches , on a similar occasion : - " I cannot be displeased to see these children of mine , which I have ne- glected , and almost ...
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... their frozen urns , mute springs Pour out the river's gradual tide , Shrilly the skater's iron rings , And voices fill the woodland side . Alas ! how changed from the fair scene , When 84 EARLIER POEMS . Woods in Winter EARLIER POEMS.
... their frozen urns , mute springs Pour out the river's gradual tide , Shrilly the skater's iron rings , And voices fill the woodland side . Alas ! how changed from the fair scene , When 84 EARLIER POEMS . Woods in Winter EARLIER POEMS.
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Alas ! how changed from the fair scene , When birds sang out their mellow lay , And winds were soft , and woods were green , And the song ceased not with the day . But still wild music is abroad , Pale ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Alas ! how changed from the fair scene , When birds sang out their mellow lay , And winds were soft , and woods were green , And the song ceased not with the day . But still wild music is abroad , Pale ...
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ADDITIONAL POEMS amid ancient time-piece Athenæum autumn BALLADS beautiful belfry Beneath birds Blind Bartimeus breath bright broad lagoon chimes clouds dark death DISMAL SWAMP dost dreams earth Evangeline ever-never evermore eyes faint fell to earth fill flowers gale Gazette German Gleamed glory golden golden sun gray hand hear heard heart heaven hills KENT & RICHARDS Kent and Richards land light LITERARY GAZETTE loud lyre midnight Minnesingers moon Never-for night o'er old Flemish city old Silenus PATERNOSTER ROW POEMS ON SLAVERY poet's PROFESSOR LONGFELLOW QUADROON quaint old Flemish rain Reaper reign rhymes river roofs round Sang Satyrs Scattered shadows shine silent silver bells Sister of Mercy SLAVE sleep slumber soft song star stood summer sweet Take thy banner Tale of Acadie tears thee thou thought tide toil town of Bruges trees vale village VOGELWEIDE voice wide wild wind window woods youth
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第8页 - I have nought that is fair?" saith he; "Have nought but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again." He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves.
第16页 - How beautiful is the rain ! After the dust and heat, In the broad and fiery street, In the narrow lane, How beautiful is the rain ! How it clatters along the roofs, Like the tramp of hoofs ! How it gushes and struggles out From the throat of the overflowing spout ! Across the...
第76页 - ... looked upon the Slaver's gold, And then upon the maid. His heart within him was at strife With such accursed gains ; For he knew whose passions gave her life, Whose blood ran in her veins. But the voice of nature was too weak ; He took the glittering gold ! Then pale as death grew the maiden's cheek, Her hands as icy cold. The Slaver led her from the door, He led her by the hand, To be his slave and paramour In a strange and distant land ! THE WARNING.
第84页 - WITH what a glory comes and goes the year ! The buds of spring, those beautiful harbingers Of sunny skies and cloudless times, enjoy Life's newness, and earth's graniture spread out; And when the silver habit of the clouds Comes down upon the autumn sun, and with A sober gladness the old year takes up His bright inheritance of golden fruits, A pomp and pageant fill the splendid scene. There is a beautiful spirit breathing now Its mellow richness on the clustered trees...
第53页 - Man-like is it to fall into sin, Fiend-like is it to dwell therein, Christ-like is it for sin to grieve, God-like is it all sin to leave. POVERTY AND BLINDNESS. A blind man is a poor man, and blind a poor man is ; For the former seeth no man, and the latter no man sees.
第26页 - And far in the hazy distance Of that lovely night in June, The blaze of the flaming furnace Gleamed redder than the moon. Among the long, black rafters The wavering shadows lay...
第26页 - Seemed to lift and bear them away; As, sweeping and eddying through them, Rose the belated tide, And, streaming into the moonlight, The sea-weed floated wide. And like those waters rushing Among the wooden piers, A flood of thoughts came o'er me That filled my eyes with tears.
第45页 - There, in that silent room below, The dead lay in his shroud of snow; And in the hush that followed the prayer, Was heard the old clock on the stair, — ' ' Forever — never ! Never — forever! " All are scattered now and fled, Some are married, some are dead; And when I ask, with throbs of pain, " Ah ! when shall they all meet again...
第19页 - That have not yet been wholly told, Have not been wholly sung nor said. For his thought, that never stops, Follows the water-drops Down to the graves of the dead, Down through chasms and gulfs profound, To the dreary fountain-head Of lakes and rivers under ground ; And sees them, when the rain is done, On the bridge of colors seven Climbing up once more to heaven, Opposite the setting sun.