The Complete Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: With Numerous IllustrationsHoughton, Mifflin, 1883 - 348 |
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... walk on . " Oft to his frozen lair Tracked I the grisly bear , While from my path the hare Fled like a shadow ; Oft through the forest dark Followed the were - wolf's bark , Until the soaring lark Sang from the meadow . " But when I ...
... walk on . " Oft to his frozen lair Tracked I the grisly bear , While from my path the hare Fled like a shadow ; Oft through the forest dark Followed the were - wolf's bark , Until the soaring lark Sang from the meadow . " But when I ...
Strona 34
... walk before God in uprightness ? Will ye promise me this before God and man ? " — With a clear veice Answered the young men Yes ! and Yes ! with lips softly - breathing Answered the maidens eke . Then dissolved from the brow of the ...
... walk before God in uprightness ? Will ye promise me this before God and man ? " — With a clear veice Answered the young men Yes ! and Yes ! with lips softly - breathing Answered the maidens eke . Then dissolved from the brow of the ...
Strona 43
... walks among her girls With praise and mild rebukes ; Subduing e'en rude village churls By her angelic looks . She reads to them at eventide Of One who came to save ; To cast the captive's chains aside And liberate the slave . And oft ...
... walks among her girls With praise and mild rebukes ; Subduing e'en rude village churls By her angelic looks . She reads to them at eventide Of One who came to save ; To cast the captive's chains aside And liberate the slave . And oft ...
Strona 46
... walk this way ; and don't hang song . But follow me along the garden wall . That is the way my master climbs to the lady's window . It is by the Vicar's skirts that the Devil climbs into the belfry . Come , follow me , and make no noise ...
... walk this way ; and don't hang song . But follow me along the garden wall . That is the way my master climbs to the lady's window . It is by the Vicar's skirts that the Devil climbs into the belfry . Come , follow me , and make no noise ...
Strona 47
... walk together in this world ! The distance that divides us is too great ! Henceforth thy pathway lies among the stars ; I must not hold thee back . Vict . Thou little sceptic ! Dost thou still doubt ? What I most prize in ) woman Is her ...
... walk together in this world ! The distance that divides us is too great ! Henceforth thy pathway lies among the stars ; I must not hold thee back . Vict . Thou little sceptic ! Dost thou still doubt ? What I most prize in ) woman Is her ...
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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...