Poems, selected from the best editions, Volume 1W. Kent, 1880 |
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... fell ; And , where the maple's leaf was brown , With soft and silent lapse came down The glory , that the wood receives , At sunset , in its brazen leaves . Far upward in the mellow light Rose the blue hills . One cloud of white ...
... fell ; And , where the maple's leaf was brown , With soft and silent lapse came down The glory , that the wood receives , At sunset , in its brazen leaves . Far upward in the mellow light Rose the blue hills . One cloud of white ...
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... were oppressed , and the mighty Ruled with an iron rod . Then it chanced in a noble- man's palace That a necklace of pearls was lost , and ere long a suspicion Fell on an orphan girl who lived as maid in 36 LONGFELLOW'S POEMS .
... were oppressed , and the mighty Ruled with an iron rod . Then it chanced in a noble- man's palace That a necklace of pearls was lost , and ere long a suspicion Fell on an orphan girl who lived as maid in 36 LONGFELLOW'S POEMS .
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Fell on an orphan girl who lived as maid in the house- hold . She , after form of trial , condemned to die on the scaffold , Patiently met her doom at the foot of the statue of Justice . As to her Father in ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Fell on an orphan girl who lived as maid in the house- hold . She , after form of trial , condemned to die on the scaffold , Patiently met her doom at the foot of the statue of Justice . As to her Father in ...
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... Fell from her beautiful lips , and blessed the cup as she gave it . Under the open sky , in the odorous air of the orchard , Bending with golden fruit , was spread the feast of be- trothal . There in the shade of the porch were the ...
... Fell from her beautiful lips , and blessed the cup as she gave it . Under the open sky , in the odorous air of the orchard , Bending with golden fruit , was spread the feast of be- trothal . There in the shade of the porch were the ...
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... fell on their knees , and their souls , with devotion translated , Rose on the ardour of prayer , like Elijah ascending to heaven . Meanwhile had spread in the village the tidings of ill , and on all sides Wandered , wailing , from ...
... fell on their knees , and their souls , with devotion translated , Rose on the ardour of prayer , like Elijah ascending to heaven . Meanwhile had spread in the village the tidings of ill , and on all sides Wandered , wailing , from ...
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Page 218 - And nature, the old nurse, took The child upon her knee, Saying : "Here is a story-book Thy Father has written for thee." "Come, wander with me," she said, "Into regions yet untrod; And read what is still unread In the manuscripts of God." And he wandered away and away With Nature, the dear old nurse, Who sang to him night and day The rhymes of the universe. And whenever the way seemed long, Or his heart began to fail, She would sing a more wonderful song, Or tell a more marvelous tale.
Page 281 - Meanwhile, his friend, through alley and street, 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 173 - ... Beautiful, entire, and clean. Else our lives are incomplete, Standing in these walls of Time, Broken stairways, where the feet Stumble as they seek to climb. Build to-day, then, strong and sure, With a firm and ample base ; And ascending and secure Shall to-morrow find its place. Thus alone can we attain To those turrets, where the eye Sees the world as one vast plain, And one boundless reach of sky.
Page 263 - How beautiful is the rain! After the dust and heat, In the broad and fiery street, In the narrow lane, How beautiful is the rain! How it clatters along the roofs, Like the tramp of hoofs! How it gushes and struggles out From the throat of the overflowing spout! Across the window pane It pours and pours; And swift and wide, With a muddy tide, Like a river down the gutter roars The rain, the welcome rain!
Page 141 - He did not feel the driver's whip, Nor the burning heat of day ; For Death had illumined the Land of Sleep, And his lifeless body lay A worn-out fetter, that the soul Had broken and thrown away...
Page 120 - The salt sea was frozen on her breast, The salt tears in her eyes ; And he saw her hair, like the brown sea-weed. On the billows fall and rise. r Such was the wreck of the Hesperus, In the midnight and the snow ! Christ save us all from a death like this, On the reef of Norman's Woe ! HW LONGFELLOW.
Page 24 - Brought in the olden time from France, and since, as an heirloom, Handed down from mother to child, through long generations. But a celestial brightness — a more ethereal beauty — Shone on her face and encircled her form, when, after confession, Homeward serenely she walked with God's benediction upon her. When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music.
Page 11 - O what a glory doth this world put on For him who, with a fervent heart, goes forth Under the bright and glorious sky, and looks On duties well performed, and days well spent...
Page 187 - SAINT AUGUSTINE ! well hast thou said, That of our vices we can frame A ladder, if we will but tread Beneath our feet each deed of shame...
Page 103 - He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves. "My Lord has need of these flowerets gay," The Reaper said, and smiled; "Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where He was once a child.