The poetical works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. New complete ed., with illustr, by J. Gilbert |
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... 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 , desert woods ! within your crowd ; And gathering winds , in hoarse accord , Amid the ...
... 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 , desert woods ! within your crowd ; And gathering winds , in hoarse accord , Amid the ...
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... sang , that by his native bowers He stood , in the last oon of flowers , And thirty snows had not yet shed Their glory on the warrior's head ; But , as the summer fruit decays , So died he in those naked days . A dark cloak of the ...
... sang , that by his native bowers He stood , in the last oon of flowers , And thirty snows had not yet shed Their glory on the warrior's head ; But , as the summer fruit decays , So died he in those naked days . A dark cloak of the ...
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... sang they all together in one voice , With whatso in that Psalm is after written . Then made he sign of holy rood upon them , Whereat all cast themselves upon the shore , And he departed swiftly as he came . THE TERRESTRIAL PARADISE ...
... sang they all together in one voice , With whatso in that Psalm is after written . Then made he sign of holy rood upon them , Whereat all cast themselves upon the shore , And he departed swiftly as he came . THE TERRESTRIAL PARADISE ...
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... Sang from the meadow . " But when I older grew , Joining a corsair's crew , O'er the dark sea I flew With the marauders . Wild was the life we led ; Many the souls that sped , Many the hearts that bled , By our stern orders . " Many a ...
... Sang from the meadow . " But when I older grew , Joining a corsair's crew , O'er the dark sea I flew With the marauders . Wild was the life we led ; Many the souls that sped , Many the hearts that bled , By our stern orders . " Many a ...
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... sang the minstrels all , Chaunting his glory ; When of old Hildebrand I asked his daughter's hand , Mute did the minstrels stand To hear my story . " While the brown ale he quaffed , Loud then the champion laughed , And as the wind ...
... sang the minstrels all , Chaunting his glory ; When of old Hildebrand I asked his daughter's hand , Mute did the minstrels stand To hear my story . " While the brown ale he quaffed , Loud then the champion laughed , And as the wind ...
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Acadian angel BARTOLOME beautiful behold beneath birds blessed bosom breath bright brooklet CHISPA clouds CRUZADO dance dark dead death DON CARLOS dost dream earth Edenhall ELSIE Evangeline eyes face fair father fear flowers forest FRIAR Gipsy gleam golden Grand-Pré grave hand hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha holy HYPOLITO Kenabeek land LARA Laughing Laughing Water leaves light lips look loud LUCIFER maiden meadow Miles Standish Mondamin moon morning night Nils Juel Nokomis o'er Osseo PADRE CURA pass Pau-Puk-Keewis Pray prayer PRECIOSA PRINCE HENRY rise river rose round sail Saint sang shadow shining silent singing sleep smile soft song Song of Hiawatha sorrow soul sound spake spirit stand stars stood sunshine sweet Tharaw thee thine thou art thought unto VICTORIAN village voice wait wampum wander waves weary whispered wigwam wild wind words youth
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第90页 - THE shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior ! His brow was sad ; his eye beneath, Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior!
第288页 - Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State! Sail on, O UNION, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, Is hanging breathless on thy fate! We know what Master laid thy keel, What Workman wrought thy ribs of steel, Who made each mast, and sail, and rope. What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope!
第81页 - The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands ; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. 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206页 - Read from some humbler poet. Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start ; Who through long days of labor, And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies. Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer.
第633页 - A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts." I remember the black wharves and the slips, And the sea-tides tossing free ; And Spanish sailors with bearded lips. And the beauty and mystery of the ships, And the magic of the sea. And the voice of that wayward song Is singing and saying still: "A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
第85页 - Past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast And the days are dark and dreary. Be still, sad heart ! and cease repining ; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining ; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.
第82页 - 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. Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought ! ENDYMION.
第187页 - Were half the power that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need of arsenals or forts!
第643页 - Come to me, O ye children ! And whisper in my ear What the birds and the winds are singing In your sunny atmosphere. For what are all our contrivings, And the wisdom of our books, When compared with your caresses, And the gladness of your looks ? Ye are better than all the ballads That ever were sung or said ; For ye are living poems, And all the rest are dead.
第53页 - SPEAK ! speak ! thou fearful guest ! Who, with thy hollow breast Still in rude armor drest, Comest to daunt me ! Wrapt not in Eastern balms, But with thy fleshless palms Stretched, as if asking alms. Why dost thou haunt me ? " Then, from those cavernous eyes Pale flashes seemed to rise, As when the Northern skies Gleam in December; And, like the water's flow Under December's snow, Came a dull voice of woe From the heart's chamber. " I was a Viking old ! My deeds, though manifold, No Skald in song...