The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Tom 1Houghton, Mifflin, 1883 |
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Strona 26
... embrace . But when the old cathedral bell Proclaimed the morning prayer , The white pavilions rose and fell On the alarmed air . Down the broad valley fast and far The troubled army 26 Voices of the Night THE BELEAGUERED CITY.
... embrace . But when the old cathedral bell Proclaimed the morning prayer , The white pavilions rose and fell On the alarmed air . Down the broad valley fast and far The troubled army 26 Voices of the Night THE BELEAGUERED CITY.
Strona 27
... morning star , The ghastly host was 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 ...
... morning star , The ghastly host was 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 ...
Strona 28
... morning star , Our ghastly fears are dead . MIDNIGHT MASS FOR THE DYING YEAR YES , the Year is growing old , YES , And his eye is pale and bleared ! Death , with frosty hand and cold , Plucks the old man by the beard , Sorely , sorely ...
... morning star , Our ghastly fears are dead . MIDNIGHT MASS FOR THE DYING YEAR YES , the Year is growing old , YES , And his eye is pale and bleared ! Death , with frosty hand and cold , Plucks the old man by the beard , Sorely , sorely ...
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... morning comes O'er - riding the gray hills with golden scarf ; Or when the cowled and dusky - sandaled Eve , In mourning weeds , from out the western gate , Departs with silent pace ! That spirit moves In the green valley , where the ...
... morning comes O'er - riding the gray hills with golden scarf ; Or when the cowled and dusky - sandaled Eve , In mourning weeds , from out the western gate , Departs with silent pace ! That spirit moves In the green valley , where the ...
Strona 43
... morning's dewy flowers , it comes Full of their fragrance , that it is a joy To have it round us , and her silver voice Is the rich music of a summer bird , Heard in the still night , with its passionate cadence . BURIAL OF THE ...
... morning's dewy flowers , it comes Full of their fragrance , that it is a joy To have it round us , and her silver voice Is the rich music of a summer bird , Heard in the still night , with its passionate cadence . BURIAL OF THE ...
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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.