The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowHoughton, Osgood, 1880 - 417页 |
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第xxviii页
... tell him that the coral was growing thousands of VIEW ACROSS THE LAWN , NORTH - WEST OF THE HOUSE . years in the Indian seas , and that the bells once reposed as shapeless ore in darksome mines , beneath the base of Chimborazo or the ...
... tell him that the coral was growing thousands of VIEW ACROSS THE LAWN , NORTH - WEST OF THE HOUSE . years in the Indian seas , and that the bells once reposed as shapeless ore in darksome mines , beneath the base of Chimborazo or the ...
第xxxvi页
... telling a story . In an age of story - tellers he stands at their head , not only in the narra- tive poems I have mentioned , but in the lesser stories included in his " Tales of a Wayside Inn , " for which he has laid all the ...
... telling a story . In an age of story - tellers he stands at their head , not only in the narra- tive poems I have mentioned , but in the lesser stories included in his " Tales of a Wayside Inn , " for which he has laid all the ...
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... ; Descend with broad - winged flight , Night , Like some old poet's rhymes . most fair , The best beloved Night ! TELL me not , in mournful numbers , " Life 8 VOICES OF THE NIGHT . Hymn to the Night To the Driving Cloud.
... ; Descend with broad - winged flight , Night , Like some old poet's rhymes . most fair , The best beloved Night ! TELL me not , in mournful numbers , " Life 8 VOICES OF THE NIGHT . Hymn to the Night To the Driving Cloud.
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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... tell us Spring is born ; Others , their blue eyes with tears o'erflowing , Stand like Ruth amid the golden corn ; Not alone in Spring's armorial bearing , And in Summer's green emblazoned field , But in arms of brave old Autumn's ...
... tell us Spring is born ; Others , their blue eyes with tears o'erflowing , Stand like Ruth amid the golden corn ; Not alone in Spring's armorial bearing , And in Summer's green emblazoned field , But in arms of brave old Autumn's ...
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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.