Poems of Places: AmericaHenry Wadsworth Longfellow J.R. Osgood and Company, 1879 - English poetry |
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... hearts to swell Approaching the dear strand ; In kenning of the shore ( Thanks to God first given ) O you the happiest men , Be frolic then , Let cannons roar , Frighting the wide heaven ; And in regions far Such heroes bring ye forth ...
... hearts to swell Approaching the dear strand ; In kenning of the shore ( Thanks to God first given ) O you the happiest men , Be frolic then , Let cannons roar , Frighting the wide heaven ; And in regions far Such heroes bring ye forth ...
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... heart . Shy forms about the greenery , out and in , Flit ' neath the broadening glories of the morn ; The squirrel - that quaint sylvan harlequin - Mounts the tall trunks ; while swift as lightning , born Of summer mists , from tangled ...
... heart . Shy forms about the greenery , out and in , Flit ' neath the broadening glories of the morn ; The squirrel - that quaint sylvan harlequin - Mounts the tall trunks ; while swift as lightning , born Of summer mists , from tangled ...
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... Heart to heart and hand to hand , Round the old graves of the land . Whoso shrinks or falters now , Whoso to the yoke 20 POEMS OF PLACES . TEXAS J G Whittier.
... Heart to heart and hand to hand , Round the old graves of the land . Whoso shrinks or falters now , Whoso to the yoke 20 POEMS OF PLACES . TEXAS J G Whittier.
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... heart and with one mouth , Let the North unto the South Speak the word befitting both : " What though Issachar be strong ! Ye may load his back with wrong Overmuch and over long ; " Patience with her cup o'errun , With her weary thread ...
... heart and with one mouth , Let the North unto the South Speak the word befitting both : " What though Issachar be strong ! Ye may load his back with wrong Overmuch and over long ; " Patience with her cup o'errun , With her weary thread ...
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... heart ; " Work the ruin , if ye will ; Pluck upon your heads an ill Which shall grow and deepen still . " With your boudman's right arm bare , With his heart of black despair , Stand alone , if stand ye dare ! " Onward with your fell ...
... heart ; " Work the ruin , if ye will ; Pluck upon your heads an ill Which shall grow and deepen still . " With your boudman's right arm bare , With his heart of black despair , Stand alone , if stand ye dare ! " Onward with your fell ...
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Poems of Places: America, Southern States (Classic Reprint) Henry Wadsworth Longfellow No preview available - 2018 |
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Page 70 - To show that one heart was loyal yet. Up the street came the rebel tread, Stonewall Jackson riding ahead. Under his slouched hat left and right He glanced: the old flag met his sight. "Halt!
Page 239 - Up from the South at break of day, Bringing to Winchester fresh dismay, The affrighted air with a shudder bore, Like a herald in haste, to the chieftain's door, The terrible grumble, and rumble, and roar, Telling the battle was on once more, And Sheridan twenty miles away.
Page 31 - Oh, say, can you see by the dawn's early light What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming; Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming? And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.
Page 253 - As the marsh-hen secretly builds on the watery sod, Behold I will build me a nest on the greatness of God ; I will fly in the greatness of God as the marshhen flies In the freedom that fills all the space 'twixt the marsh and the skies: By so many roots as the marsh-grass sends in the sod I will heartily lay me a-hold on the greatness of God...
Page 31 - O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, now conceals, now discloses?
Page 59 - BY the flow of the inland river, Whence the fleets of iron have fled, Where the blades of the grave-grass quiver, Asleep -are the ranks of the dead ; — Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day; — Under the one, the Blue ; Under the other, the Gray.
Page 168 - Far away in the cot on the mountain. His musket falls slack ; his face, dark and grim, Grows gentle with memories tender, As he mutters a prayer for the children asleep; For their mother — may Heaven defend her!
Page 71 - Over the heads of the rebel host. Ever its torn folds rose and fell On the loyal winds that loved it well ; And through the hill-gaps sunset light Shone over it with a warm good-night.
Page 259 - ... music, That the whole air and the woods and the waves seemed silent to listen. Plaintive at first were the tones and sad : then soaring to madness Seemed they to follow or guide the revel of frenzied Bacchantes. Single notes were then heard, in sorrowful, low lamentation ; Till, having gathered them all, he flung them abroad in derision, As when, after a storm, a gust of wind through the tree-tops Shakes down the rattling rain in a crystal shower on the branches.
Page 61 - Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day; Under the blossoms, the Blue; Under the garlands, the Gray No more shall the war-cry sever, Or the winding rivers be red; They banish our anger forever, When they laurel the graves of our dead. Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day; Love and tears for the Blue; Tears and love for the Gray.