The poetical works of Henry W. Longfellow, ed. with a critical memoir by W.M. Rossetti, illustr. by W. Lawson, 第 151 期 |
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... never better . Every footstep fell As lightly as a sunbeam on the water . I think the girl extremely beautiful . Don C. Almost beyond the privilege of woman ! I saw her in the Prada yesterday . Her step was royal , -queen - like , -and ...
... never better . Every footstep fell As lightly as a sunbeam on the water . I think the girl extremely beautiful . Don C. Almost beyond the privilege of woman ! I saw her in the Prada yesterday . Her step was royal , -queen - like , -and ...
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... . Prec . That were a life indeed to make time envious ! I knew that thou wouldst visit me to - night . I saw thee at the play .こ Vict . Sweet child of air ! Never did I behold thee so attired And garmented in THE SPANISH STUDENT . 5 SONGS-
... . Prec . That were a life indeed to make time envious ! I knew that thou wouldst visit me to - night . I saw thee at the play .こ Vict . Sweet child of air ! Never did I behold thee so attired And garmented in THE SPANISH STUDENT . 5 SONGS-
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow William Michael Rossetti. Never did I behold thee so attired And garmented in beauty as to - night ! What hast thou done to make thee look so fair ? Prec . Am I not always fair ? Vict . That I am jealous of all ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow William Michael Rossetti. Never did I behold thee so attired And garmented in beauty as to - night ! What hast thou done to make thee look so fair ? Prec . Am I not always fair ? Vict . That I am jealous of all ...
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... never out of it , good Chispa . It has been the torment of my life . Chispa . What are you on fire , too , old haystack ? Why , we shall never be able to put you out . Vict . ( without ) . Chispa ! Chispa . Go to bed , Pero Grullo , for ...
... never out of it , good Chispa . It has been the torment of my life . Chispa . What are you on fire , too , old haystack ? Why , we shall never be able to put you out . Vict . ( without ) . Chispa ! Chispa . Go to bed , Pero Grullo , for ...
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... Never denied thee ; never had a wish , But to fulfil thine own . Be merciful , be patient , Thou shalt have more . Cruz . Now go in peace ! and , ere long , And if I have it not , Thou shalt no longer dwell here in rich chambers , Wear ...
... Never denied thee ; never had a wish , But to fulfil thine own . Be merciful , be patient , Thou shalt have more . Cruz . Now go in peace ! and , ere long , And if I have it not , Thou shalt no longer dwell here in rich chambers , Wear ...
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Acadian Alden Angel answered arrows beautiful behold beneath birds breath bright Chibiabos Chispa cried Dacotahs dance dark dead death dream earth Edenhall Elsie eyes face father fear Filled flowers forest Friar gazed Gipsy gleamed golden guests hand hast hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha holy John Alden Kenabeek King Olaf Kwasind land Lara Laughing Water light listen look Lord loud Lucifer maiden meadow Miles Standish Minnehaha Mondamin moon morning Mudjekeewis night o'er old Nokomis Osseo Padre passed Pau-Puk-Keewis Plymouth Pray prayer Prec Preciosa Prince Henry Priscilla river rose round rushing sail sang shadow shining Sigrid the Haughty silent singing sleep smile song Song of Hiawatha sorrow soul sound spake speak stars stood strong sunshine sweet thee Thou art thought unto Vict village voice wall wampum whispered wigwam wild wind wonder words youth
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第427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367页 - 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. Life is real ! Life is earnest ! And the grave is not its goal ; "Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
第412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.
第298页 - It was two by the village clock, When he came to the bridge in Concord town. He heard the bleating of the flock, And the twitter of birds among the trees, And felt the breath of the morning breeze Blowing over the meadows brown. And one was safe and asleep in his bed Who at the bridge would be first to fall, Who that day would be lying dead, Pierced by a British musket-ball. You know the rest. In the books you have read, How the British Regulars fired and fled, — How the farmers gave them ball...
第361页 - And richly, by the blue lake's silver beach, The woods were bending with a silent reach. Then o'er the vale, with gentle swell, The music of the village bell Came sweetly to the echo-giving hills ; And the wild horn, whose voice the woodland fills, Was ringing to the merry shout, That faint and far the glen sent out, Where, answering to the sudden shot, thin smoke, Through thick-leaved branches, from the dingle broke. If thou art worn and hard beset With sorrows, that thou wouldst forget, If thou...
第427页 - He goes on Sunday to the church, And sits among his boys ; He hears the parson pray and preach, He hears his daughter's voice, Singing in the village choir, And it makes his heart rejoice. 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.
第428页 - 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. 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.
第502页 - Oft have I seen at some cathedral door A laborer, pausing in the dust and heat, Lay down his burden, and with reverent feet Enter, and cross himself, and on the floor Kneel to repeat his paternoster o'er; Far off the noises of the world retreat; The loud vociferations of the street Become an undistinguishable roar. So, as I enter here from day to day, And leave my burden at this minster gate, Kneeling in prayer, and not ashamed to pray, The tumult of the time disconsolate To inarticulate murmurs...
第550页 - RETRIBUTION. THOUGH the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small ; Though with patience he stands waiting, with exactness grinds he all.
第438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 nor forts: The warrior's name would be a name abhorred!