The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowHoughton, Osgood, 1880 - 417页 |
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... Vict . Poor little dove ! Thou tremblest like a leaf ! Pre . I am so frightened ! " Tis for thee I tremble ! I hate to have thee climb that wall by night ! Did no one see thee ? Vict . None , my love , but thou . Pre . " Tis very ...
... Vict . Poor little dove ! Thou tremblest like a leaf ! Pre . I am so frightened ! " Tis for thee I tremble ! I hate to have thee climb that wall by night ! Did no one see thee ? Vict . None , my love , but thou . Pre . " Tis very ...
第59页
... Vict . Ay , and so fair That I am jealous of all eyes that see thee , And wish that they were blind . Pre . I heed them not ; When thou art present , I see none but thee ! Vict . There's nothing fair nor beautiful , but takes Something ...
... Vict . Ay , and so fair That I am jealous of all eyes that see thee , And wish that they were blind . Pre . I heed them not ; When thou art present , I see none but thee ! Vict . There's nothing fair nor beautiful , but takes Something ...
第60页
... Vict . Thou blessed angel ! Pre . And when thou wast gone I felt an aching here . I did not speak To any one that day . But from that day Bartolomé grew hateful unto me . Let not his shadow Vict . Remember him no more . Come between ...
... Vict . Thou blessed angel ! Pre . And when thou wast gone I felt an aching here . I did not speak To any one that day . But from that day Bartolomé grew hateful unto me . Let not his shadow Vict . Remember him no more . Come between ...
第61页
... Vict . Hear'st thou that cry ? Pre . To scare thee from me ! Vict . It is a hateful sound , As the hunter's horn Doth scare the timid stag , or bark of hounds The moor - fowl from his mate . Pre . Pray , do not go ! Fear not ! Viet . I ...
... Vict . Hear'st thou that cry ? Pre . To scare thee from me ! Vict . It is a hateful sound , As the hunter's horn Doth scare the timid stag , or bark of hounds The moor - fowl from his mate . Pre . Pray , do not go ! Fear not ! Viet . I ...
第62页
... Vict . And brings to me Sweet fragrance from thy lips , as the soft wind Wafts to the out - bound mariner the breath Of the beloved land he leaves behind . Pre . Make not thy voyage long . Vict . To - morrow night Shall see me safe ...
... Vict . And brings to me Sweet fragrance from thy lips , as the soft wind Wafts to the out - bound mariner the breath Of the beloved land he leaves behind . Pre . Make not thy voyage long . Vict . To - morrow night Shall see me safe ...
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第152页 - 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332页 - BETWEEN the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour. I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet, The sound of a door that is opened, And voices soft and sweet. From my study I see in the lamplight, Descending the broad hall stair, Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra, And Edith with golden hair.
第xxvii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 and forts : The warrior's name would be a name abhorred!
第47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: A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
第105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20页 - The village smithy stands ; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands ; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands.
第147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47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, I knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong, That it can follow the flight of song ! Long, long afterward, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroke ; And the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend.
第261页 - Then the little Hiawatha Learned of every bird its language, Learned their names and all their secrets, How they built their nests in Summer, Where they hid themselves in Winter, Talked with them whene'er he met them, Called them "Hiawatha's Chickens.
第322页 - A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts." I remember the sea-fight far away, How it thundered o'er the tide! And the dead captains as they lay In their graves o'erlooking the tranquil bay Where they in battle died. And the sound of that mournful song Goes through me with a thrill: "A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.