The Complete Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: With Numerous IllustrationsHoughton, Mifflin, 1883 - 348 |
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Strona 33
... painted benches . There stood the church like a garden ; the Feast of the Leafy Pavilions Saw we in living presentment . From noble arms on the church wall Grew forth a cluster of leaves , and the preacher's pulpit of oak - wood Budded ...
... painted benches . There stood the church like a garden ; the Feast of the Leafy Pavilions Saw we in living presentment . From noble arms on the church wall Grew forth a cluster of leaves , and the preacher's pulpit of oak - wood Budded ...
Strona 45
... Painted in convents , with the Virgin Mary On the outside , and on the inside Venus ! Don C. You do her wrong ; indeed , you do her wrong ! She is as virtuous as she is fair . Lara . How credulous you are ! Why look you , friend ...
... Painted in convents , with the Virgin Mary On the outside , and on the inside Venus ! Don C. You do her wrong ; indeed , you do her wrong ! She is as virtuous as she is fair . Lara . How credulous you are ! Why look you , friend ...
Strona 47
... paintings in the chapel wear thy looks , The canticles are changel to sarabands , And with the learned doctors of the schools I see thee dance cachuchas . Prec . In good sooth , I dance with learned doctors of the schools To - morrow ...
... paintings in the chapel wear thy looks , The canticles are changel to sarabands , And with the learned doctors of the schools I see thee dance cachuchas . Prec . In good sooth , I dance with learned doctors of the schools To - morrow ...
Strona 66
... painted air . Here , when Art was still religion , with a simple , reverent heart , Lived and labored Albrecht Dürer , the Evangelist of Art ; Hence in silence and in sorrow , toiling still with busy hand , Like an emigrant he wandered ...
... painted air . Here , when Art was still religion , with a simple , reverent heart , Lived and labored Albrecht Dürer , the Evangelist of Art ; Hence in silence and in sorrow , toiling still with busy hand , Like an emigrant he wandered ...
Strona 67
... Painted by some humble artist , as in Adam Puschman's song , As the old man gray and dove - like , with his great beard white and long . Ana at night the swart mechanic comes to drown his cark and care , Quaffing ale from pewter ...
... Painted by some humble artist , as in Adam Puschman's song , As the old man gray and dove - like , with his great beard white and long . Ana at night the swart mechanic comes to drown his cark and care , Quaffing ale from pewter ...
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answered arrows beautiful behold beneath BENVENUTO birds Bons amis breath brooklet Charlemagne cloud cried Dacotahs dark dead death door dreams earth Eginhard EPIMETHEUS eyes face fair feet fire flowers forest gate gleam golden guests hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha Holy John Alden JULIA Kenabeek King Olaf Kwasind land Laughing Water leaves light listen living look loud maiden meadow MICHAEL ANGELO Miles Standish mist Mondamin morning night Nokomis o'er Osseo painted PANDORA passed Pau-Puk-Keewis poet pray Prec river rose round rushing sails sang SEBASTIANO shadow shining ships Sigrid the Haughty silent singing sleep smile snow song Song of Hiawatha soul sound spake speak stars stood sunshine sweet tale thee thought TITIAN town unto Vict village VITTORIA VITTORIA COLONNA voice wait walls wampum whispered wigwam wild wind wonder words youth
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Strona 174 - 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.
Strona 35 - Week in, week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow ; You can hear him swing his heavy sledge, With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell When the evening sun is low.
Strona 11 - Ere the evening lamps are lighted, And, like phantoms grim and tall, Shadows from the fitful fire-light Dance upon the parlor wall; Then the forms of the departed Enter at the open door; The beloved, the true-hearted, Come to visit me once more; He, the young and strong, who cherished Noble longings for the strife, By the roadside fell and perished, Weary with the march of life!
Strona 11 - 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 75 - THOUGH the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small ; Though with patience he stands waiting, with exactness grinds he all.
Strona 29 - Last night, the moon had a golden ring, And to-night no moon we see ! " The skipper, he blew a whiff from his pipe, And a scornful laugh laughed he.
Strona 13 - Flowers; In all places, then, and in all seasons, Flowers expand their light and soul-like wings, Teaching us, by most persuasive reasons, How akin they are to human things. And with childlike, credulous affection We behold their tender buds expand; Emblems of our own great resurrection, Emblems of the bright and better land.
Strona 29 - But the father answered never a word, A frozen corpse was he. Lashed to the helm, all stiff and stark, With his face turned to the skies, The lantern gleamed through the gleaming snow On his fixed and glassy eyes. Then the maiden clasped her hands and prayed That saved she might be; And she thought of Christ, who stilled the wave On the Lake of Galilee.
Strona 64 - The tumult of each sacked and burning village ; The shout that every prayer for mercy drowns; The soldiers' revels in the midst of pillage; The wail of famine in beleaguered towns ; The bursting shell, the gateway wrenched asunder, The rattling musketry, the clashing blade ; And ever and anon, in tones of thunder The diapason of the cannonade. Is it...
Strona 10 - I HEARD the trailing garments of the Night Sweep through her marble halls ! I saw her sable skirts all fringed with light From the celestial walls ! I felt her presence, by its spell of might, Stoop o'er me from above ; The calm majestic presence of the Night, As of the one I love. I heard the sounds of sorrow and delight, The manifold soft chimes, That fill the haunted chambers of the Night, Like some old poet's rhymes. From the cool cisterns of the midnight air My spirit drank repose ; The fountain...