The Poetical Works of Henry W. LongfellowWard, Lock, 1886 - 698页 |
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... Spirit of Poetry Voices OF THE NIGHT Prelude Hymn to the Night A Psalm of Life The Light of Stars The Reaper and the Flowers : Footsteps of Angels Flowers The Beleaguered City Midnight Mass for the Dying Year L'Envoi BALLADSThe Skeleton ...
... Spirit of Poetry Voices OF THE NIGHT Prelude Hymn to the Night A Psalm of Life The Light of Stars The Reaper and the Flowers : Footsteps of Angels Flowers The Beleaguered City Midnight Mass for the Dying Year L'Envoi BALLADSThe Skeleton ...
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... spirit of the age . ” The man who meets the spirit of the age halfway will be met halfway by that ; will be adopted as a favourite child , and warmly reposited in the heart . Such has been the case with Longfellow . In sentiment , in ...
... spirit of the age . ” The man who meets the spirit of the age halfway will be met halfway by that ; will be adopted as a favourite child , and warmly reposited in the heart . Such has been the case with Longfellow . In sentiment , in ...
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... spirit of our own age will be operative in time to come . As long as it is operative , the same relation between Longfellow and the public of poetic readers will subsist : when it declines , his influence will also wane , unless some ...
... spirit of our own age will be operative in time to come . As long as it is operative , the same relation between Longfellow and the public of poetic readers will subsist : when it declines , his influence will also wane , unless some ...
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... spirits touch the strings Of that mysterious instrument , the soul , And play the prelude of our fate . We hear The voice prophetic , and are not alone . Prec . That is my faith . Dost thou believe these warnings ? Vict . So far as this ...
... spirits touch the strings Of that mysterious instrument , the soul , And play the prelude of our fate . We hear The voice prophetic , and are not alone . Prec . That is my faith . Dost thou believe these warnings ? Vict . So far as this ...
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... spirits touch the strings Of that mysterious instrument , the soul , And play the prelude of our fate . We hear The voice prophetic , and are not alone . Prec . That is my faith . Dost thou believe these warnings ? Vict . So far as this ...
... spirits touch the strings Of that mysterious instrument , the soul , And play the prelude of our fate . We hear The voice prophetic , and are not alone . Prec . That is my faith . Dost thou believe these warnings ? Vict . So far as this ...
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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.