The poetical works of Henry W. Longfellow, ed. with a critical memoir by W.M. Rossetti, illustr. by W. Lawson, Issue 151 |
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... Lord's Supper 551 The Two Locks of Hair 551 The Hemlock - Tree 562 Annie of Tharaw 563 The Statue over the Cathedral Door 563 The Legend of the Crossbill 564 The Sea hath its Pearls 565 Poetic Aphorisms 565 The Blind Girl of Castel ...
... Lord's Supper 551 The Two Locks of Hair 551 The Hemlock - Tree 562 Annie of Tharaw 563 The Statue over the Cathedral Door 563 The Legend of the Crossbill 564 The Sea hath its Pearls 565 Poetic Aphorisms 565 The Blind Girl of Castel ...
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... lord , touched by her beauty , The wild and wizard beauty of her race , Offered her gold to be what she made others , She turned upon him , with a look of scorn , And smote him in the face ! Lara . And does that prove That Preciosa is ...
... lord , touched by her beauty , The wild and wizard beauty of her race , Offered her gold to be what she made others , She turned upon him , with a look of scorn , And smote him in the face ! Lara . And does that prove That Preciosa is ...
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... lord ; He will be present . Lara . And the Duke of Lormos ? Fran . Was not at home . Lara . How with the rest ? Fran . I've found The men you wanted . They will all be there , And at the given signal raise a whirlwind Of such discordant ...
... lord ; He will be present . Lara . And the Duke of Lormos ? Fran . Was not at home . Lara . How with the rest ? Fran . I've found The men you wanted . They will all be there , And at the given signal raise a whirlwind Of such discordant ...
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... lord . Lara . Is needful , I have here a ring she gave me . Vict . Pray let me see that ring ! It is the same ! ( Throws it upon the ground , and tramples upon it . ) Thus may she perish who once wore that ring ! Thus do I spurn her ...
... lord . Lara . Is needful , I have here a ring she gave me . Vict . Pray let me see that ring ! It is the same ! ( Throws it upon the ground , and tramples upon it . ) Thus may she perish who once wore that ring ! Thus do I spurn her ...
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... lord , the King of Spain , Jerusalem , and the Canary Islands , Which I shall publish in the market place . Open your ears and listen ! ( Enter the PADRE CURA at the door of his cottage . ) Padre Cura , Good day , and pray you , hear ...
... lord , the King of Spain , Jerusalem , and the Canary Islands , Which I shall publish in the market place . Open your ears and listen ! ( Enter the PADRE CURA at the door of his cottage . ) Padre Cura , Good day , and pray you , hear ...
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Page 427 - 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.
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Page 412 - Tis of the wave and not the rock; 'Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale ! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore. Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee.
Page 298 - It was two by the village clock, When he came to the bridge in Concord town. He heard the bleating of the flock, And the twitter of birds among the trees, And felt the breath of the morning breeze Blowing over the meadows brown. And one was safe and asleep in his bed Who at the bridge would be first to fall, Who that day would be lying dead, Pierced by a British musket-ball. You know the rest. In the books you have read, How the British Regulars fired and fled, — How the farmers gave them ball...
Page 361 - And richly, by the blue lake's silver beach, The woods were bending with a silent reach. Then o'er the vale, with gentle swell, The music of the village bell Came sweetly to the echo-giving hills ; And the wild horn, whose voice the woodland fills, Was ringing to the merry shout, That faint and far the glen sent out, Where, answering to the sudden shot, thin smoke, Through thick-leaved branches, from the dingle broke. If thou art worn and hard beset With sorrows, that thou wouldst forget, If thou...
Page 427 - He goes on Sunday to the church, And sits among his boys ; He hears the parson pray and preach, He hears his daughter's voice, Singing in the village choir, And it makes his heart rejoice. 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 428 - How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose. 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 502 - Oft have I seen at some cathedral door A laborer, pausing in the dust and heat, Lay down his burden, and with reverent feet Enter, and cross himself, and on the floor Kneel to repeat his paternoster o'er; Far off the noises of the world retreat; The loud vociferations of the street Become an undistinguishable roar. So, as I enter here from day to day, And leave my burden at this minster gate, Kneeling in prayer, and not ashamed to pray, The tumult of the time disconsolate To inarticulate murmurs...
Page 550 - RETRIBUTION. THOUGH the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small ; Though with patience he stands waiting, with exactness grinds he all.
Page 438 - Were half the power, that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth, bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need of arsenals nor forts: The warrior's name would be a name abhorred!