The poetical works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Complete edWarne, 1868 - 628 pages |
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... solemnly and slow ; Oh , I could not choose but go Into the woodlands hoar ; Into the blithe and breathing air , Into the solemn wood , Solemn and silent everywhere ! B Nature with folded hands seemed there , Kneeling at her.
... solemnly and slow ; Oh , I could not choose but go Into the woodlands hoar ; Into the blithe and breathing air , Into the solemn wood , Solemn and silent everywhere ! B Nature with folded hands seemed there , Kneeling at her.
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... seemed to say , " It cannot be ! They pass away ! Other themes demand thy lay ; Thou art no more a child ! " The land of Song within thee lies , Watered by living springs ; The lids of Fancy's sleepless eyes Are gates unto that Paradise ...
... seemed to say , " It cannot be ! They pass away ! Other themes demand thy lay ; Thou art no more a child ! " The land of Song within thee lies , Watered by living springs ; The lids of Fancy's sleepless eyes Are gates unto that Paradise ...
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... Seemed to me like an angel's psalm ! Go , mingle yet once more With the perpetual roar Of the pine forest , dark and hoar ! Tongues of the dead , not lost , But speaking from death's frost , Like fiery tongues at Pentecost ! Glimmer ...
... Seemed to me like an angel's psalm ! Go , mingle yet once more With the perpetual roar Of the pine forest , dark and hoar ! Tongues of the dead , not lost , But speaking from death's frost , Like fiery tongues at Pentecost ! Glimmer ...
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... seemed written in his face ! And more than a hundred spirits sat within . " In exitu Israel out of Egypt ! " Thus sang they all together in one voice , With whatso in that Psalm is after written . Then made he sign of holy rood upon ...
... seemed written in his face ! And more than a hundred spirits sat within . " In exitu Israel out of Egypt ! " Thus sang they all together in one voice , With whatso in that Psalm is after written . Then made he sign of holy rood upon ...
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... seemed then the old man ; Such was the glance of his eye , and such were his tresses of silver . All the congregation arose in the pews that were numbered . But with a cordial look , to the right and the left hand , the old man Nodding ...
... seemed then the old man ; Such was the glance of his eye , and such were his tresses of silver . All the congregation arose in the pews that were numbered . But with a cordial look , to the right and the left hand , the old man Nodding ...
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Page 279 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes.
Page 280 - Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ) Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought.
Page 300 - Wanders and watches with eager ears, Till in the silence around him he hears The muster of men at the barrack door, The sound of arms, and the tramp of feet, And the measured tread of the grenadiers, Marching down to their boats on the shore.
Page 267 - The heights by great men reached and kept Were not. attained by sudden flight, But they, while their companions slept, Were toiling upward in the night.
Page 279 - Are strong as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Page 280 - Past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast And the days are dark and dreary. Be still, sad heart ! and cease repining ; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining ; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.
Page 129 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended But has one vacant chair...
Page vii - Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day. Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave.
Page 94 - Speaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest. " This is the forest primeval; but where are the hearts that beneath it Leaped like the roe, when he hears in the woodland the voice of the huntsman?
Page 89 - THE day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, 'That my soul cannot resist: A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.