The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowHoughton, Osgood, 1880 - 417页 |
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... deep , 1 hou driftest gently down the tides of sleep . " THE OLD WILLOW . The poet speculates gravely on the future of his child , and bids him remember that if his fate is an untoward one , even in the perilous hour , " When most ...
... deep , 1 hou driftest gently down the tides of sleep . " THE OLD WILLOW . The poet speculates gravely on the future of his child , and bids him remember that if his fate is an untoward one , even in the perilous hour , " When most ...
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... deep - crimsoned , And silver beech , and maple yellow - leaved , Where autumn , like a faint old man , sits down By the wayside a - weary . Through the trees The golden robin moves . The purple finch , That on wild cherry and red cedar ...
... deep - crimsoned , And silver beech , and maple yellow - leaved , Where autumn , like a faint old man , sits down By the wayside a - weary . Through the trees The golden robin moves . The purple finch , That on wild cherry and red cedar ...
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... deep woods , Its presence shall uplift thy thoughts from earth , As to the sunshine and the pure , bright air Their tops the green trees lift . Hence gifted bards Have ever loved the calm and quiet shades . For them there was an ...
... deep woods , Its presence shall uplift thy thoughts from earth , As to the sunshine and the pure , bright air Their tops the green trees lift . Hence gifted bards Have ever loved the calm and quiet shades . For them there was an ...
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... deep stream ! All forms of sorrow and delight , All solemn Voices of the Night , That can soothe thee , or affright , - Be these henceforth thy theme . " I HEARD the trailing garments of the Night Sweep through her marble halls ! I saw ...
... deep stream ! All forms of sorrow and delight , All solemn Voices of the Night , That can soothe thee , or affright , - Be these henceforth thy theme . " I HEARD the trailing garments of the Night Sweep through her marble halls ! I saw ...
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... deep and tender eyes , Like the stars , so still and saint - like , Looking downward from the skies . Uttered not , yet comprehended , Is the spirit's voiceless prayer , Soft rebukes , in blessings ended , Breathing from her lips of air ...
... deep and tender eyes , Like the stars , so still and saint - like , Looking downward from the skies . Uttered not , yet comprehended , Is the spirit's voiceless prayer , Soft rebukes , in blessings ended , Breathing from her lips of air ...
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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.