The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowGeorge Routledge & Company, 1856 - 400页 |
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... DEAD . From the German of Klopstock BEWARE ! From the German . . SONG OF THE BELL . From the German THE CASTLE BY THE SEA . From the German of Uhland . THE BLACK KNIGHT . From the German of Uhland SONG OF THE SILENT LAND . From the ...
... DEAD . From the German of Klopstock BEWARE ! From the German . . SONG OF THE BELL . From the German THE CASTLE BY THE SEA . From the German of Uhland . THE BLACK KNIGHT . From the German of Uhland SONG OF THE SILENT LAND . From the ...
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... OF THE YOUNG MAN SAID TO THE PSALMIST . TELL me not , in mournful numbers , " Life is but an empty dream ! " For the soul is dead that slumbers , And things are not what they seem . A PSALM OF LIFE . Life is real ! Life 10 A PSALM OF LIFE .
... OF THE YOUNG MAN SAID TO THE PSALMIST . TELL me not , in mournful numbers , " Life is but an empty dream ! " For the soul is dead that slumbers , And things are not what they seem . A PSALM OF LIFE . Life is real ! Life 10 A PSALM OF LIFE .
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... dead Past bury its dead ! Act , act in the living Present ! Heart within , and God o'erhead ! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime , And , departing , leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time ...
... dead Past bury its dead ! Act , act in the living Present ! Heart within , and God o'erhead ! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime , And , departing , leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time ...
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... dead . White as a sea - fog , landward bound , The spectral camp was seen , And , with a sorrowful , deep sound , The river flowed between . No other voice nor sound was there , No drum , nor sentry's pace ; The mist - like banners ...
... dead . White as a sea - fog , landward bound , The spectral camp was seen , And , with a sorrowful , deep sound , The river flowed between . No other voice nor sound was there , No drum , nor sentry's pace ; The mist - like banners ...
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... dead . I have read , in the marvellous heart of man , That strange and mystic scroll , That an army of phantoms vast and wan Beleaguer the human soul . Encamped beside Life's rushing stream , In Fancy's misty light , Gigantic shapes and ...
... dead . I have read , in the marvellous heart of man , That strange and mystic scroll , That an army of phantoms vast and wan Beleaguer the human soul . Encamped beside Life's rushing stream , In Fancy's misty light , Gigantic shapes and ...
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Acadian aloft arms art thou beautiful behold belfry BELFRY OF BRUGES bell beneath birds blast blossom bosom breath bride bright Bruges clouds dark dead Death descended dream earth Edenhall Evangeline Evangeline's eyes face fair Father fear flowers forest Gabriel gaze gleam golden Grand-Pré grave Guy de Dampierre hand hast hear heard heart heaven holy JULIUS MOSEN ladder of Jacob land laugh light lips looks loud maiden Master Shakes meadows midnight moon morning night Nils Juel o'er ocean Ozark Mountains passed prairies prayer priest rain restless heart river roar rose round sail sang seemed shadows shining ships shore silent silver singing Sister of Mercy slowly slumber smile soft song sorrow soul sound spake spirit stands stars stood sunshine sweet tears Tharaw thee thou thought unto village voice wander wave weary whispered wild wind words youth
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第110页 - Last night, the moon had a golden ring, And to-night no moon we see ! " The skipper, he blew a whiff from his pipe, And a scornful laugh laughed he.
第112页 - The breakers were right beneath her bows, She drifted a dreary wreck, And a whooping billow swept the crew Like icicles from her deck. She struck where the white and fleecy waves Looked soft as carded wool, But the cruel rocks, they gored her side Like the horns of an angry bull.
第209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...
第153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242页 - THIS is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight, Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic, Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms.
第351页 - Amid these earthly damps What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers May be heaven's distant lamps. There is no Death ! What seems so is transition. This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death.
第224页 - I SHOT an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, 1 knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong.
第12页 - 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. " My Lord has need of these flowerets gay," The reaper said, and smiled; " Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where he was once a child.
第312页 - Many a languid head, upraised as Evangeline entered, Turned on its pillow of pain to gaze while she passed, for her presence Fell on their hearts like a ray of the sun on the walls of a prison.
第12页 - I have naught that is fair ?" saith he ; "Have naught 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.