Longfellow Leaflets: Poems and Prose Passages from the Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow for Reading and RecitationHoughton, Mifflin, 1881 - 108页 |
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... shaped in a classic mould , Not like a Nymph or Goddess of old , Or Naiad rising from the water , But modelled from the Master's daugh- ter ! On many a dreary and misty night , Each tall and tapering mast Is swung into its place ...
... shaped in a classic mould , Not like a Nymph or Goddess of old , Or Naiad rising from the water , But modelled from the Master's daugh- ter ! On many a dreary and misty night , Each tall and tapering mast Is swung into its place ...
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... shaped the anchors of thy hope ! Fear not each sudden sound and shock , ' 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 ...
... shaped the anchors of thy hope ! Fear not each sudden sound and shock , ' 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 ...
第60页
... Shaped as a stately chair , Have by my hearthstone found a home at last , And whisper of the past . The Danish king could not in all his pride Repel the ocean tide , But seated in this chair , I can in rhyme Roll back the tide of Time ...
... Shaped as a stately chair , Have by my hearthstone found a home at last , And whisper of the past . The Danish king could not in all his pride Repel the ocean tide , But seated in this chair , I can in rhyme Roll back the tide of Time ...
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... taught ! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought . 88 86 AT the door on summer evenings Sat the little Hiawatha. LEAFLETS FROM STANDARD AUTHORS .
... taught ! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought . 88 86 AT the door on summer evenings Sat the little Hiawatha. LEAFLETS FROM STANDARD AUTHORS .
第95页
... shaped of soft and delicate wood , just fallen from heaven ; in manhood , a statue of bronze , commemorating struggle and vic- tory ; and , lastly , in the maturity of age , perfectly shaped in gold and ivory , a miracle of art ! - From ...
... shaped of soft and delicate wood , just fallen from heaven ; in manhood , a statue of bronze , commemorating struggle and vic- tory ; and , lastly , in the maturity of age , perfectly shaped in gold and ivory , a miracle of art ! - From ...
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Absalom Angel answered Art thou Atri beautiful bees bell BELL OF ATRI beneath billows blow bows breast bride bridegroom brooklet chamber Children's Hour clouds cried dark daugh dead door dream Emperor Excelsior eyes fear February 27 forest Forever never gazed gleam gold golden hall hand happy hear heard heart heaven HYPERION Kavanagh King Robert land laughed light little Hiawatha live Longfellow look loud maiden mast mind mist monks MONT BLANC Never forever Never-forever night Nokomis o'er ocean Old North Church OUTRE-MER pass Paul Revere pines poem poet poet's prayer rest ride roar rose sail shadows ship shout silent Singing snow solemn song sorrow soul sound stair standing steed stood street thee things thou thought tide tower unto Valmond vessel village voice wait wall water-lilies wave wedding wind words wreck youth
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第57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63页 - You know the rest. In the books you have read. How the British Regulars fired and fled, — • How the farmers gave them ball for ball, From behind each fence and farm-yard wall, Chasing the red-coats down the lane, Then crossing the fields to emerge again Under the trees at the turn of the road, And only pausing to fire and load.
第16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...
第105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51页 - Colder and louder blew the wind, A gale from the northeast, The snow fell hissing in the brine, And the billows frothed like yeast. Down came the storm, and smote amain The vessel in its strength ; She shuddered and paused, like a frighted steed, Then leaped her cable's length. "Come hither! come hither! my little daughter, And do not tremble so; For I can weather the roughest gale That ever wind did blow.
第61页 - LISTEN, my children, and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five ; Hardly a man is now alive Who remembers that famous day and year.
第52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16页 - She starts,— she moves,— she seems to feel The thrill of life along her keel. And, spurning with her foot the ground. With one exulting, joyous bound, She leaps into the ocean's arms! And lo! from the assembled crowd There rose a shout, prolonged and loud, That to the ocean seemed to say, " Take her, O bridegroom, old and gray, Take her to thy protecting arms, With all her youth and all her charms!
第52页 - Lashed to the helm, all stiff and stark, With his face turned to the skies, The lantern gleamed through the gleaming snow On his fixed and glassy eyes. Then the maiden clasped her hands and prayed That saved she might be ; And she thought of Christ, who stilled the wave On the Lake of Galilee. And fast through the midnight dark and drear, Through the whistling sleet and snow, Like a sheeted ghost, the vessel swept Towards the reef of Norman's woe.
第85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.