The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowGeorge Routledge and sons, Broadway, Ludgate hill., 1866 - 367 pages |
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... Fair was she to behold , that maiden of seventeen summers . Black were her eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by the way - side , Black , yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses ! Sweet was her breath ...
... Fair was she to behold , that maiden of seventeen summers . Black were her eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by the way - side , Black , yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses ! Sweet was her breath ...
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... fair , exceeding fair to behold , as she stood with Naked snow - white feet on the gleaming floor of her chamber ! Little she dreamed that below , among the trees of the orchard , Waited her lover , and watched for the gleam of ...
... fair , exceeding fair to behold , as she stood with Naked snow - white feet on the gleaming floor of her chamber ! Little she dreamed that below , among the trees of the orchard , Waited her lover , and watched for the gleam of ...
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... Fair was she and young ; but , alas ! before her extended , Dreary and vast and silent , the desert of life , with its pathway Marked by the graves of those who had sorrowed and suffered before her , Passions long extinguished , and ...
... Fair was she and young ; but , alas ! before her extended , Dreary and vast and silent , the desert of life , with its pathway Marked by the graves of those who had sorrowed and suffered before her , Passions long extinguished , and ...
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... fair as Gabriel ? others Who have hearts as tender and true , and spirits as loyal ? Here is Baptiste Leblanc , the notary's son , who has loved thee Many a tedious year ; come , give him thy hand and be happy ! Thou art too fair to be ...
... fair as Gabriel ? others Who have hearts as tender and true , and spirits as loyal ? Here is Baptiste Leblanc , the notary's son , who has loved thee Many a tedious year ; come , give him thy hand and be happy ! Thou art too fair to be ...
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... fair Opelousas . With them Evangeline went , and her guide , the Father Felician . Onward o'er sunken sands , through a wilderness sombre with forests , Day after day they glided adown the turbulent river ; Night after night , by their ...
... fair Opelousas . With them Evangeline went , and her guide , the Father Felician . Onward o'er sunken sands , through a wilderness sombre with forests , Day after day they glided adown the turbulent river ; Night after night , by their ...
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Page 144 - THE ARROW AND THE SONG. 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 109 - 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 160 - 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 Workmen 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 ! Fear not each sudden sound and shock, 'Tis of the wave and not the rock; 'Tis but the flapping of the sail,...
Page 169 - There is no Death ! what seems so is transition ; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death.
Page 35 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Page 580 - BETWEEN the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour. I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet, The sound of a door that is opened, And voices soft and sweet. From my study I see in the lamplight, Descending the broad hall stair, Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra, And Edith with golden hair. A whisper, and then a silence : Yet I know by their merry eyes They are plotting and planning together...
Page 87 - But the father answered never a word, A frozen corpse was he. Lashed to the helm, all stiff and stark, With his face turned to the skies, The lantern gleamed through the gleaming snow On his fixed and glassy eyes. Then the maiden clasped her hands and prayed That saved she might be : And she thought of Christ who stilled the wave, On the Lake of Galilee.
Page 36 - Art is long, and time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave.
Page 137 - 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 48 - 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 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.