The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, 第 1-2 卷Osgood, 1873 |
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... DEAD THE BIRD AND THE SHIP WHITHER ? BEWARE ! SONG OF THE BELL 85 87 87 88 90 . 91 92 THE BLACK KNIGHT THE CASTLE BY THE SEA . SONG OF THE SILENT LAND L'ENVOI . 93 95 98 99 BALLADS AND OTHER POEMS . BALLADS . THE SKELETON IN ARMOR THE ...
... DEAD THE BIRD AND THE SHIP WHITHER ? BEWARE ! SONG OF THE BELL 85 87 87 88 90 . 91 92 THE BLACK KNIGHT THE CASTLE BY THE SEA . SONG OF THE SILENT LAND L'ENVOI . 93 95 98 99 BALLADS AND OTHER POEMS . BALLADS . THE SKELETON IN ARMOR THE ...
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... 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 returnest , Was not spoken of the soul . Not enjoyment , and not sorrow , Is our destined ...
... 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 returnest , Was not spoken of the soul . Not enjoyment , and not sorrow , Is our destined ...
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... dead Past bury its dead ! Act , - act in the living Present ! Heart within , and God o'erhead ! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime , And , departing , leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time ...
... dead Past bury its dead ! Act , - act in the living Present ! Heart within , and God o'erhead ! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime , And , departing , leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time ...
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... dead . White as a sea - fog , landward bound , The spectral camp was seen , And , with a sorrowful , deèp sound , The river flowed between . No other voice nor sound was there , No drum , nor sentry's pace ; The mist - like banners ...
... dead . White as a sea - fog , landward bound , The spectral camp was seen , And , with a sorrowful , deèp sound , The river flowed between . No other voice nor sound was there , No drum , nor sentry's pace ; The mist - like banners ...
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... dead . I have read , in the marvellous heart of man , That strange and mystic scroll , That an army of phantoms vast and wan Beleaguer the human soul . Encamped beside Life's rushing stream , In Fancy's misty light , Gigantic shapes and ...
... dead . I have read , in the marvellous heart of man , That strange and mystic scroll , That an army of phantoms vast and wan Beleaguer the human soul . Encamped beside Life's rushing stream , In Fancy's misty light , Gigantic shapes and ...
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Acadian Albrecht Dürer ancient angel art thou BALTASAR BARTOLOMÉ beautiful behold bell beneath Beware birds blessed bosom breath bright child CHISPA clouds Count of Lara CRUZADO dance dark Death DON CARLOS Dost thou dream earth Evangeline eyes face fair father fear flowers forest Forever never FRANCISCO gleam gold golden Grand-Pré Gypsy hand hear heard heart heaven holy HYPOLITO JULIUS MOSEN land light lips look loud Luck of Edenhall maiden meadows moon morning mountains Never forever night Nils Juel o'er ocean PADRE CURA PEDRO CRESPO Pray prayer PRECIOSA rain restless heart rise river sail Saint sang SCENE shadows silent sing sleep slumbered smile song sorrow soul sound spake stand star stood sweet tears Tharaw thee thine thou art thou hast thought Timoneda trees unto VICTORIAN village voice wandered wave weary wild wind window words youth
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第203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! We know what Master laid thy keel, What Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel, Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope!
第17页 - Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where he was once a child. "They shall all bloom in fields of light, Transplanted by my care, And saints, upon their garments white, These sacred blossoms wear.
第219页 - ALL are architects of Fate, Working in these walls of Time ; Some with massive deeds and great, Some with ornaments of rhyme. Nothing useless is or low ; Each thing in its place is best ; And what seems but idle show Strengthens and supports the rest.
第202页 - Then the Master, With a gesture of command, Waved his hand ; And at the word, Loud and sudden there was heard, All around them and below, The sound of hammers, blow on blow, Knocking away the shores and spurs. And see ! she stirs ! She starts, — she moves, — she seems to feel The thrill of life along her keel, And, spurning with her foot the ground, With one exulting, joyous bound, She leaps into the ocean's arms!
第14页 - 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 returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
第16页 - I have nought that is fair?" saith he; "Have nought but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again." He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves.
第61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, 1 knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong.
第220页 - In the elder days of Art, Builders wrought with greatest care Each minute and unseen part; For the Gods see everywhere. Let us do our work as well, Both the unseen and the seen! Make the house, where Gods may dwell, Beautiful, entire, and clean.
第15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 for arsenals or forts: The warrior's name would be a name abhorred!
第101页 - I was a Viking old! My deeds, though manifold, No Skald in song has told, No Saga taught thee! Take heed, that in thy verse Thou dost the tale rehearse, Else dread a dead man's curse; For this I sought thee.