The poetical works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. New complete ed., with illustr, by J. Gilbert |
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... hear the church - bells ring , O say , what may it be ? " 66 66 ' Tis a fog - bell on a rock - bound coast ! " - And he steered for the open sea . O father ! I hear the sound of guns , 0 say , what may it be ? " " Some ship in distress ...
... hear the church - bells ring , O say , what may it be ? " 66 66 ' Tis a fog - bell on a rock - bound coast ! " - And he steered for the open sea . O father ! I hear the sound of guns , 0 say , what may it be ? " " Some ship in distress ...
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... Hears their confession secure ; they are mute upon earth until death's hand Opens the mouth of the silent . Ye children ... hear , - pinions . - see dimly his Swart as the night , but with stars strewn upon them ! I fear not before him ...
... Hears their confession secure ; they are mute upon earth until death's hand Opens the mouth of the silent . Ye children ... hear , - pinions . - see dimly his Swart as the night , but with stars strewn upon them ! I fear not before him ...
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... hear me ! thou fountain of Love ever- lasting , Hark to the voice of thy servant ! I send up my prayer to thy heaven ! Let me hereafter not miss at thy throne one spirit of all these , Whom thou hast given me here ! I have loved them ...
... hear me ! thou fountain of Love ever- lasting , Hark to the voice of thy servant ! I send up my prayer to thy heaven ! Let me hereafter not miss at thy throne one spirit of all these , Whom thou hast given me here ! I have loved them ...
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... Then read he the due Read the Form of Communion , and in chimed the organ and anthem ; O ! Holy Lamb of God , who takest away our trans- gressions , Hear us ! give us thy peace ! have mercy THE CHILDREN OF THE LORD'S SUpper . 79.
... Then read he the due Read the Form of Communion , and in chimed the organ and anthem ; O ! Holy Lamb of God , who takest away our trans- gressions , Hear us ! give us thy peace ! have mercy THE CHILDREN OF THE LORD'S SUpper . 79.
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... hear they the clang ef harpstrings , and angels from gold clouds Beckon to them like brothers , and fan with their pinions of purple . Closed was the Teacher's task , and with heaven in their hearts and their faces , Up rose the ...
... hear they the clang ef harpstrings , and angels from gold clouds Beckon to them like brothers , and fan with their pinions of purple . Closed was the Teacher's task , and with heaven in their hearts and their faces , Up rose the ...
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Page 90 - THE shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior ! His brow was sad ; his eye beneath, Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior!
Page 288 - Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State! Sail on, O UNION, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, Is hanging breathless on thy fate! We know what Master laid thy keel, What Workman wrought thy ribs of steel, Who made each mast, and sail, and rope. What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope!
Page 81 - The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands ; And the muscles of his brawny arms 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 206 - Read from some humbler poet. Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start ; Who through long days of labor, And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies. Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer.
Page 633 - A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts." I remember the black wharves and the slips, And the sea-tides tossing free ; And Spanish sailors with bearded lips. And the beauty and mystery of the ships, And the magic of the sea. And the voice of that wayward song Is singing and saying still: "A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Page 85 - 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 82 - 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 ! ENDYMION.
Page 187 - 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 or forts!
Page 643 - Come to me, O ye children ! And whisper in my ear What the birds and the winds are singing In your sunny atmosphere. For what are all our contrivings, And the wisdom of our books, When compared with your caresses, And the gladness of your looks ? Ye are better than all the ballads That ever were sung or said ; For ye are living poems, And all the rest are dead.
Page 53 - SPEAK ! speak ! thou fearful guest ! Who, with thy hollow breast Still in rude armor drest, Comest to daunt me ! Wrapt not in Eastern balms, But with thy fleshless palms Stretched, as if asking alms. Why dost thou haunt me ? " Then, from those cavernous eyes Pale flashes seemed to rise, As when the Northern skies Gleam in December; And, like the water's flow Under December's snow, Came a dull voice of woe From the heart's chamber. " I was a Viking old ! My deeds, though manifold, No Skald in song...