The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Tom 1Houghton, Mifflin, 1883 |
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... fair , The best - beloved Night ! A PSALM OF LIFE WHAT THE HEART OF THE YOUNG MAN SAID TO THE TELL PSALMIST ELL me not , in mournful numbers , Life is but an empty dream ! For the soul is dead that slumbers , And things are not what ...
... fair , The best - beloved Night ! A PSALM OF LIFE WHAT THE HEART OF THE YOUNG MAN SAID TO THE TELL PSALMIST ELL me not , in mournful numbers , Life is but an empty dream ! For the soul is dead that slumbers , And things are not what ...
Strona 18
... fair ? " saith he ; " Have naught 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 ...
... fair ? " saith he ; " Have naught 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 ...
Strona 34
... fair trees look over , side by side , And see themselves below . Sweet April ! many a thought Is wedded unto thee , as hearts are wed ; Nor shall they fail , till , to its autumn brought , Life's golden fruit is shed . W AUTUMN ITH what ...
... fair trees look over , side by side , And see themselves below . Sweet April ! many a thought Is wedded unto thee , as hearts are wed ; Nor shall they fail , till , to its autumn brought , Life's golden fruit is shed . W AUTUMN ITH what ...
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... fair scene , When birds sang out their mellow lay , And winds were soft , and woods were green , And the song ceased not with the day ! But still wild music is abroad , Pale , desert woods ! within your crowd ; And gathering winds , in ...
... fair scene , When birds sang out their mellow lay , And winds were soft , and woods were green , And the song ceased not with the day ! But still wild music is abroad , Pale , desert woods ! within your crowd ; And gathering winds , in ...
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... fair , His mighty power , What were they all but grief and shame , Tears and a broken heart , when came The parting hour ? His other brothers , proud and high , Masters , who , in prosperity , Might rival kings ; Who made the bravest ...
... fair , His mighty power , What were they all but grief and shame , Tears and a broken heart , when came The parting hour ? His other brothers , proud and high , Masters , who , in prosperity , Might rival kings ; Who made the bravest ...
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Strona 387 - THOUGH the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small ; Though with patience he stands waiting, with exactness grinds he all.
Strona 532 - There is no Death ! What seems so is transition. This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death.
Strona 517 - Thou, too, sail on, O ship of State ! Sail on, O Union, strong and great...
Strona 358 - Come, read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe this restless feeling, And banish the thoughts of day. Not from the grand old masters, Not from the bards sublime, Whose distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of Time.
Strona 110 - Come hither! come hither! my little daughter, And do not tremble so; For I can weather the roughest gale That ever wind did blow.
Strona 19 - 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.
Strona 535 - Build to-day, then, strong and sure, With a firm and ample base ; And ascending and secure Shall to-morrow find its place. Thus alone can we attain To those turrets, where the eye Sees the world as one vast plain, And one boundless reach of sky.
Strona 447 - Talk not of wasted affection, affection never was wasted ; If it enrich not the heart of another, its waters, returning Back to their springs, like the rain, shall fill them full of refreshment ; That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain.
Strona 105 - But when I older grew, Joining a corsair's crew, O'er the dark sea I flew With the marauders. Wild was the life we led; Many the souls that sped, Many the hearts that bled, By our stern orders.
Strona 16 - 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.