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... ; The lids of Fancy's sleepless eyes Are gates unto that Paradise , Holy thoughts , like stars arise , Its clouds are angels ' wings . Prelude to the Voices of the Night . 1 The LONGFELLOW BIRTHDAY Arranged by BOOK ECILIA DIXON .
... ; The lids of Fancy's sleepless eyes Are gates unto that Paradise , Holy thoughts , like stars arise , Its clouds are angels ' wings . Prelude to the Voices of the Night . 1 The LONGFELLOW BIRTHDAY Arranged by BOOK ECILIA DIXON .
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... ; The lids of Fancy's sleepless eyes Are gates unto that Paradise , Holy thoughts , like stars arise , Its clouds are angels ' wings . Prelude to the Voices of the Night . The LONGFELLOW BIRTHDAY Arranged by BOOK ECILIA DIXON . ARDROSSAN.
... ; The lids of Fancy's sleepless eyes Are gates unto that Paradise , Holy thoughts , like stars arise , Its clouds are angels ' wings . Prelude to the Voices of the Night . The LONGFELLOW BIRTHDAY Arranged by BOOK ECILIA DIXON . ARDROSSAN.
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... wings of birds . They are the throngs Of the poet's songs , Murmurs of pleasures , and pains and wrongs , The sounds of winged words . January 23 . Birds of Passage . He was by birth and by profession a beau , born with a quizzing glass ...
... wings of birds . They are the throngs Of the poet's songs , Murmurs of pleasures , and pains and wrongs , The sounds of winged words . January 23 . Birds of Passage . He was by birth and by profession a beau , born with a quizzing glass ...
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... wings An angel touched its quivering strings : And whispers , in its song , " Where hast thou stayed so long ? " February 29 . Endymion . I heard the trailing garments of the Night Sweep through her marble halls ! I saw her sable skirts ...
... wings An angel touched its quivering strings : And whispers , in its song , " Where hast thou stayed so long ? " February 29 . Endymion . I heard the trailing garments of the Night Sweep through her marble halls ! I saw her sable skirts ...
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... wings Glance quick in the bright sun , that moves along The forest openings . An April day . His great defect was that he was too much in love with human nature . Hyperion - Book 1 , chap . 6 . April 8 . April 9 . 82 April 7 .
... wings Glance quick in the bright sun , that moves along The forest openings . An April day . His great defect was that he was too much in love with human nature . Hyperion - Book 1 , chap . 6 . April 8 . April 9 . 82 April 7 .
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The Longfellow Birthday Book, Arranged By C. Dixon Henry Wadsworth [Extracts] Longfellow No preview available - 2019 |
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angels April April 24 August August 27 beautiful blossoms born breath bright celestial chap clouds Courtship of Miles dark Day of Sunshine December December 27 deed dreams earth Endicott-Act Evangeline-Part Excelsior eyes fair February February 9 gentle Giles Corey Golden Legend-4 Golden Legend-Epilogue heaven Hiawatha-6 Hyperion-Book Inn-Emma and Eginhard Inn-Saga of King January January 21 Judas Maccabæus-Act July June June 14 King Olaf labour Ladder of St leaves Light of Stars Lord Maidenhood March March 29 Masque of Pandora-1 Miles Standish-2 Morituri Salutamus morning murmur night noble November November 18 November 21 o'er October October 14 October 26 peace Salem Farms-Act September September 27 shadows shining singing soft song sorrow soul sound Spanish Student-Act Spirit of Poetry Standish-3 summer sweet thee thine things thou art thoughts thy heart toil trees unto voice Wayside Inn-Elizabeth Wayside Inn-Emma Wayside Inn-Prelude Wayside Inn-Saga wind wings youth
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Page 270 - Down the dark future, through long generations, The echoing sounds grow fainter and then cease; And like a bell, with solemn, sweet vibrations, I hear once more the voice of Christ say, "Peace !" Peace ! and no longer from its brazen portals The blast of War's great organ shakes the skies ! But beautiful as songs of the immortals, The holy melodies of love arise.
Page 242 - In the elder days of Art, Builders wrought with greatest care Each minute and unseen part; For the gods see everywhere. Let us do our work as well, Both the unseen and the seen; Make the house where gods may dwell Beautiful, entire, and clean.
Page 100 - 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.
Page 88 - 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 78 - 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 126 - 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 marvellous tale.
Page 10 - Ah! if our souls but poise and swing Like the compass in its brazen ring, Ever level and ever true To the toil and the task we have to do, We shall sail securely, and safely reach The Fortunate Isles, on whose shining beach The sights we see, and the sounds we hear, Will be those of joy and not of fear!
Page 92 - Think, every morning when the sun peeps through The dim, leaf-latticed windows of the grove, How jubilant the happy birds renew Their old, melodious madrigals of love ! And when you think of this, remember, too, 'Tis always morning somewhere, and above The awakening continents, from shore to shore, Somewhere the birds are singing evermore.
Page 242 - WHENE'ER a noble deed is wrought, Whene'er is spoken a noble thought, Our hearts, in glad surprise, To higher levels rise. The tidal wave of deeper souls Into our inmost being rolls, And lifts us unawares Out of all meaner cares.
Page 244 - The heights by great men reached and kept Were not attained by sudden flight, But they, while their companions slept, Were toiling upward in the night. Standing on what too long we bore With shoulders bent and downcast eyes, We may discern — unseen before — A path to higher destinies. Nor deem the irrevocable Past As wholly wasted, wholly vain, If, rising on its wrecks, at last To something nobler we attain.