The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowGeorge Routledge, 1857 - 400 pages |
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... be a child once more ! " And waved their long arms to and fro , And beckoned solemnly and slow ; Oh , I could not choose but go Into the woodlands hoar ; Into the blithe and breathing air , Into the solemn 3 PAGE PRELUDE.
... be a child once more ! " And waved their long arms to and fro , And beckoned solemnly and slow ; Oh , I could not choose but go Into the woodlands hoar ; Into the blithe and breathing air , Into the solemn 3 PAGE PRELUDE.
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Into the blithe and breathing air , Into the solemn wood , Solemn and silent everywhere ! Nature with folded hands seemed there , Kneeling at her evening prayer ! Like one in prayer I stood . Before me rose an ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Into the blithe and breathing air , Into the solemn wood , Solemn and silent everywhere ! Nature with folded hands seemed there , Kneeling at her evening prayer ! Like one in prayer I stood . Before me rose an ...
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... breath , And the flowers that grow between . " Shall I have nought that is fair ? " saith he " Have nought but the bearded grain ? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me , I will give them all back again . " He gazed at the ...
... breath , And the flowers that grow between . " Shall I have nought that is fair ? " saith he " Have nought but the bearded grain ? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me , I will give them all back again . " He gazed at the ...
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... Breathing from her lips of air . O , though oft depressed and lonely , All my fears are laid aside , If I but remember only Such as these have lived and died ! FLOWERS . DAUER SPAKE full well , in language quaint FOOTSTEPS OF ANGELS .
... Breathing from her lips of air . O , though oft depressed and lonely , All my fears are laid aside , If I but remember only Such as these have lived and died ! FLOWERS . DAUER SPAKE full well , in language quaint FOOTSTEPS OF ANGELS .
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... breath , - 66 Pray do not mock me so ! Do not laugh at me ! " And now the sweet day is dead ; Cold in his arms it lies ; No stain from its breath is spread Over the glassy skies , No mist or stain ! Then , too , the Old Year dieth , And 23.
... breath , - 66 Pray do not mock me so ! Do not laugh at me ! " And now the sweet day is dead ; Cold in his arms it lies ; No stain from its breath is spread Over the glassy skies , No mist or stain ! Then , too , the Old Year dieth , And 23.
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Page 211 - 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...
Page 212 - 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.
Page 17 - SPAKE full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth. by the castled Rhine, When he called the flowers, so blue and golden, Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine. Stars they are, wherein we read our history, As astrologers and seers of eld ; Yet not wrapped about with awful mystery, Like the burning stars, which they beheld.
Page 355 - ... Thinking that our remembrance, though unspoken, May reach her where she lives. • Not as a child shall we again behold her ; For when with raptures wild In our embraces we again enfold her, She will not be a child ; But a fair maiden, in her Father's mansion. Clothed with celestial grace ; And beautiful with all the soul's expansion Shall we behold her face. And though at times impetuous with emotion And anguish long suppressed, The swelling heart heaves moaning like the ocean* That cannot be...
Page 185 - 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: The warrior's name would be a name abhorred!
Page 154 - Gather, then, each flower that grows, When the young heart overflows, To embalm that tent of snows. Bear a lily in thy hand ; Gates of brass cannot withstand One touch of that magic wand. Bear through sorrow, wrong, and ruth, In thy heart the dew of youth, On thy lips the smile of truth.
Page 354 - Let us be patient ! These severe afflictions Not from the ground arise, But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise. . We see but dimly through the mists and vapors Amid these earthly damps What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers May be heaven's distant lamps.
Page 139 - 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 225 - All are scattered, now, and fled, — Some are married, some are dead; And when I ask, with throbs of pain, "Ah! when shall they all meet again?" As in the days long since gone by, The ancient timepiece makes reply, — "Forever — never! Never- forever!
Page 19 - In all places, then, and in all seasons, Flowers expand their light and soullike wings, Teaching us, by most persuasive reasons, How akin they are to human things. And with childlike, credulous affection We behold their tender buds expand ; Emblems of our own great resurrection Emblems of the bright and better land.