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... await and welcome thee ; Bridges uplift for thee the stately arch , Vineyards encircle thee with garlands gay , And fleets attend thy progress to the sea ! July . IN the pleasant summer morning , Hiawatha stood 198 TO THE RIVER RHONE. ...
... await and welcome thee ; Bridges uplift for thee the stately arch , Vineyards encircle thee with garlands gay , And fleets attend thy progress to the sea ! July . IN the pleasant summer morning , Hiawatha stood 198 TO THE RIVER RHONE. ...
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Henry Wadsworth [extracts] Longfellow Charlotte Fiske Bates. 4 July . IN the pleasant summer morning , Hiawatha stood.
Henry Wadsworth [extracts] Longfellow Charlotte Fiske Bates. 4 July . IN the pleasant summer morning , Hiawatha stood.
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... sunshine ; On its margin the great forest Stood reflected in the water , Every tree - top had its shadow , Motionless beneath the water . HIAWATHA'S Departure . Generations perish , like the leaves of the forest passing 199 July. ...
... sunshine ; On its margin the great forest Stood reflected in the water , Every tree - top had its shadow , Motionless beneath the water . HIAWATHA'S Departure . Generations perish , like the leaves of the forest passing 199 July. ...
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... JULY 2 . He was not yet in love , but very near it ; for he thanked God that he had made such beautiful be- ings to walk the earth . HYPERION . As thou sittest in the moonlight there , Its glory flooding thy ... JULY 2 . and The 200 JULY 1 .
... JULY 2 . He was not yet in love , but very near it ; for he thanked God that he had made such beautiful be- ings to walk the earth . HYPERION . As thou sittest in the moonlight there , Its glory flooding thy ... JULY 2 . and The 200 JULY 1 .
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... JULY 6 . As vapors from the ocean , floating landward and dissolved in rain , are carried back in rivers to the ocean , so thoughts and the semblances of things that fall upon the soul of man in showers flow out again in living streams ...
... JULY 6 . As vapors from the ocean , floating landward and dissolved in rain , are carried back in rivers to the ocean , so thoughts and the semblances of things that fall upon the soul of man in showers flow out again in living streams ...
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Page 364 - I SHOT an arrow into the air, It fell to earth I knew not where ; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong, That it can follow the flight of song ! Long, long afterward, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroke ; And the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend.
Page 326 - THE DAY IS DONE. 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.
Page 210 - I remember the gleams and glooms that dart Across the school-boy's brain ; The song and the silence in the heart, That in part are prophecies, and in part Are longings wild and vain. And the voice of that fitful song Sings on, and is never still : "A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Page 110 - So through the night rode Paul Revere ; And so through the night went his cry of alarm To every Middlesex village and farm, — A cry of defiance and not of fear, A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door, And a word that shall echo for evermore...
Page 317 - THE day is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary ; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary.
Page 364 - 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 132 - Do you ne'er think what wondrous beings these? Do you ne'er think who made them, and who taught The dialect they speak, where melodies Alone are the interpreters of thought? Whose household words are songs in many keys, Sweeter than instrument of man e'er caught! Whose habitations in the tree-tops even Are half-way houses on the road to heaven!
Page 266 - If thou art worn and hard beset With sorrows, that thou wouldst forget, If thou wouldst read a lesson, that will keep Thy heart from fainting and thy soul from sleep, Go to the woods and hills! — No tears Dim the sweet look that Nature wears.
Page 308 - A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts." Strange to me now are the forms I meet When I visit the dear old town; But the native air is pure and sweet, And the trees that o'ershadow each well-known street, As they balance up and down, Are singing the beautiful song, Are sighing and whispering still: "A boy's will is the wind's will, 80 And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Page 114 - Where they in battle died. And the sound of that mournful song Goes through me with a thrill: "A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.