The Poetical Works of Henry W. LongfellowWard, Lock, 1886 - 698页 |
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... look to is the actual quality of the work , and the grounds upon which this vast immediate popularity has rested . Perhaps the main constituent of Longfellow as a poetical 1 writer is intelligence . I mean “ intelligence " in PREFATORY ...
... look to is the actual quality of the work , and the grounds upon which this vast immediate popularity has rested . Perhaps the main constituent of Longfellow as a poetical 1 writer is intelligence . I mean “ intelligence " in PREFATORY ...
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... looks intently where he knows she is not ! Don C. Of course the Preciosa danced to - night ! Lara . And never better ... look you , friend , There's not a virtuous woman in Madrid , In this whole city ! And would you persuade me That a ...
... looks intently where he knows she is not ! Don C. Of course the Preciosa danced to - night ! Lara . And never better ... look you , friend , There's not a virtuous woman in Madrid , In this whole city ! And would you persuade me That a ...
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... look of scorn , And smote him in the face ! Lara . And does that prove That Preciosa is above suspicion ? Don C. It proves a nobleman may be repulsed When he thinks conquest easy . I believe That woman , in her deepest degradation ...
... look of scorn , And smote him in the face ! Lara . And does that prove That Preciosa is above suspicion ? Don C. It proves a nobleman may be repulsed When he thinks conquest easy . I believe That woman , in her deepest degradation ...
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... look you , you are gentlemen who lead the life of crickets ; you enjoy hunger by day and noise by night . Yet , I beseech you , for this once be not loud , but pathetic ; for it is a serenade to a damsel in bed , and not to the Man in ...
... look you , you are gentlemen who lead the life of crickets ; you enjoy hunger by day and noise by night . Yet , I beseech you , for this once be not loud , but pathetic ; for it is a serenade to a damsel in bed , and not to the Man in ...
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... look so fair ? Prec . Am I not always fair ? Vict . Ay , and so fair That I am jealous of all eyes that see thee ... looks , The canticles are changed to sarabands , And with the learned doctors of the schools I see thee dance cachuchas ...
... look so fair ? Prec . Am I not always fair ? Vict . Ay , and so fair That I am jealous of all eyes that see thee ... looks , The canticles are changed to sarabands , And with the learned doctors of the schools I see thee dance cachuchas ...
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第482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425页 - 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369页 - And with them the Being Beauteous, Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. And she sits and gazes at me With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies.
第414页 - We will be patient, and assuage the feeling We may not wholly stay ; By silence sanctifying, not concealing, The grief that must have way.
第425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370页 - SPAKE full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine, "When he called the flowers, so blue and golden, Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine. Stars they are, wherein we read our history, As astrologers and seers of eld ; Yet not wrapped about with awful mystery, Like the burning stars, which they beheld.
第398页 - All are scattered, now, and fled, — Some are married, some are dead; And when I ask, with throbs of pain, "Ah! when shall they all meet again?
第396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432页 - This was the peasant's last Good-night, A voice replied, far up the height, Excelsior ! At break of day, as heavenward The pious monks of Saint Bernard Uttered the oft-repeated prayer, A voice cried through the startled air Excelsior ! A traveller, by the faithful hound, Half-buried in the snow was found, Still grasping in his hand of ice That banner with the strange device Excelsior ! There in the twilight cold and gray, Lifeless, but beautiful, he lay, And from the sky, serene and far, A voice...
第432页 - MAIDEN ! with the meek, brown eyes, In whose orbs a shadow lies Like the dusk in evening skies ! Thou whose locks outshine the sun, Golden tresses, wreathed in one, As the braided streamlets run ! Standing, with reluctant feet, Where the brook and river meet, Womanhood and childhood fleet ! Gazing, with a timid glance, On the brooklet's swift advance, On the river's broad expanse ! Deep and still, that gliding stream Beautiful to thee must seem, As the river of a dream.