Longfellow's Poetical Works: With 83 Illustrations by Sir John Gilbert, R.A., and Other ArtistsRoutledge, 1883 - 564 |
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... rushing stream , With the wan moon overhead , There stood , as in an awful dream , The army of the dead . White as a sea - fog , landward bound , The spectral camp was seen , And with a sorrowful , deep sound , The river flowed between ...
... rushing stream , With the wan moon overhead , There stood , as in an awful dream , The army of the dead . White as a sea - fog , landward bound , The spectral camp was seen , And with a sorrowful , deep sound , The river flowed between ...
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... rushing In Fancy's misty light , [ stream , Gigantic shapes and shadows gleam Portentous through the night . Upon its midnight battle - ground The spectral camp is seen , But the rushing of Life's wave . And when the solemn and deep ...
... rushing In Fancy's misty light , [ stream , Gigantic shapes and shadows gleam Portentous through the night . Upon its midnight battle - ground The spectral camp is seen , But the rushing of Life's wave . And when the solemn and deep ...
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... Their large and lustrous eyes Seem to thank the Lord , In the rapid and rushing river of Time . More than man's spoken word . " BUILD Staunch and strong , a goodly vessel , 42 LONGFELLOW'S POETICAL WORKS . Rain in Summer The Bridge.
... Their large and lustrous eyes Seem to thank the Lord , In the rapid and rushing river of Time . More than man's spoken word . " BUILD Staunch and strong , a goodly vessel , 42 LONGFELLOW'S POETICAL WORKS . Rain in Summer The Bridge.
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... rushing Among the wooden piers , A flood of thoughts came o'er me That filled my eyes with tears . How often , O how often , In the days that had gone by , I had stood on that bridge at mid- night And gazed on that wave and sky ! www ...
... rushing Among the wooden piers , A flood of thoughts came o'er me That filled my eyes with tears . How often , O how often , In the days that had gone by , I had stood on that bridge at mid- night And gazed on that wave and sky ! www ...
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... rushed. " " I HEAR along our street Pass the minstrel throngs ; Hark ! they play so sweet , On their hautboys , Christmas songs ! Let us by the fire Ever higher Sing them till the night expire ! In December ring Every day the chimes ...
... rushed. " " I HEAR along our street Pass the minstrel throngs ; Hark ! they play so sweet , On their hautboys , Christmas songs ! Let us by the fire Ever higher Sing them till the night expire ! In December ring Every day the chimes ...
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Angel answered art thou beautiful behold bells beneath birds Bons amis breast breath bright brooklet Charlemagne cloud cried dark dead death divine door dreams earth Eginhard Elsie EPIMETHEUS evermore eyes face fair fear feet fire flowers forest Friar gate gleam gold golden guests hand hath hear heard heart heaven HEPHÆSTUS Hiawatha holy Kenabeek King Olaf land laughed leaves light listen living look Lord loud Lucifer maiden meadow mist Mondamin monk moon morning night Nokomis o'er Olger Osseo PANDORA passed pray prayer Prec Prince Henry PROMETHEUS rest river round sails sang shadow shining Sigrid the Haughty silent singing sleep smile song soul sound spake stand stars stood sunshine sweet tale Tharaw thee thine thou art thought tower town trees unto Vict village voice wait walls whispered wigwam wild wind wonder words youth
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Strona 3 - 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. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way ; But to act, that each, to-morrow Find us farther than to-day. Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating...
Strona 301 - LISTEN, my children, and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, On the eighteenth of April, in Seventyfive ; Hardly a man is now alive Who remembers that famous day and year. He said to his friend, "If the British march By land or sea from the town to-night, Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch Of the North Church tower as a signal light, — One, if by land, and two, if by sea ; And I on the opposite shore will be, Ready to ride and spread the alarm Through every Middlesex village...
Strona 38 - 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 or forts.
Strona 3 - Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife! Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant! Let the 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; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
Strona 136 - 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
Strona 277 - THE ARROW AND THE SONG. 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.
Strona 27 - and rest Thy weary head upon this breast ! " A tear stood in his bright blue eye, But still he answered, with a sigh, Excelsior ! "Beware the pine-tree's withered branch ! Beware the awful avalanche!
Strona 3 - Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way ; But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day. Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave. In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle ! Be a hero in the strife...
Strona 22 - 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.
Strona 302 - Good-night!" and with muffled oar Silently rowed to the Charlestown shore, Just as the moon rose over the bay, Where swinging wide at her moorings lay The Somerset, British man-of-war; A phantom ship, with each mast and spar Across the moon like a prison bar, And a huge black hulk, that was magnified By its own reflection in the tide.