The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: Reprinted from the Revised American Edition, Including Recent Poems, with Explanatory Notes, Portrait and IllustrationsFrederick Warne, 1877 - 584 pages |
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... rest ; For time will teach thee soon the truth , There are no birds in last year's nest THE RAINY DAY . THE day is cold , and dark , and dreary ; It rains , and the wind is never weary ; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall ...
... rest ; For time will teach thee soon the truth , There are no birds in last year's nest THE RAINY DAY . THE day is cold , and dark , and dreary ; It rains , and the wind is never weary ; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall ...
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... rest thou findest In the bosom of the sea ! Four long years of mingled feeling , Half in rest , and half in strife , I have seen thy waters stealing Onward , like the stream of life . Thou hast taught me , Silent River ! Many a lesson ...
... rest thou findest In the bosom of the sea ! Four long years of mingled feeling , Half in rest , and half in strife , I have seen thy waters stealing Onward , like the stream of life . Thou hast taught me , Silent River ! Many a lesson ...
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... rest in the furrow after toil Their large and lustrous eyes Seem to thank the Lord , More than man's spoken word Near at hand , From under the sheltering trees , The farmer sees His pastures , and his fields of grain , As they bend ...
... rest in the furrow after toil Their large and lustrous eyes Seem to thank the Lord , More than man's spoken word Near at hand , From under the sheltering trees , The farmer sees His pastures , and his fields of grain , As they bend ...
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... rest . Beneath us , like an oriole's pendent nest , From which the laughing birds have taken wing , By thee abandoned , hangs thy vacant swing . Dream - like the waters of the river gleam ; A sailless vessel drops adown the stream , And ...
... rest . Beneath us , like an oriole's pendent nest , From which the laughing birds have taken wing , By thee abandoned , hangs thy vacant swing . Dream - like the waters of the river gleam ; A sailless vessel drops adown the stream , And ...
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... rest . And if a more auspicious fate On thy advancing steps await , Still let it ever be thy pride To linger by the labourer's side ; With words of sympathy or song To cheer the dreary march along Of the great army of the poor , O'er ...
... rest . And if a more auspicious fate On thy advancing steps await , Still let it ever be thy pride To linger by the labourer's side ; With words of sympathy or song To cheer the dreary march along Of the great army of the poor , O'er ...
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Page 47 - 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 47 - 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 332 - 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.
Page 366 - 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 forevermore!
Page 261 - Then the little Hiawatha Learned of every bird its language, Learned their names and all their secrets, How they built their nests in Summer, Where they hid themselves in Winter, Talked with them whene'er he met them, Called them "Hiawatha's Chickens." Of all beasts he learned the language, Learned their names and all their secrets, How the beavers built their lodges, Where the squirrels hid their acorns, How the reindeer ran so swiftly, Why the rabbit was so timid, Talked with them whene'er he met...
Page 366 - It was two by the village clock When he came to the bridge in Concord town. He heard the bleating of the flock, And the twitter of birds among the trees. And felt the breath of the morning breeze Blowing over the meadows brown.
Page 147 - 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!
Page 40 - Try not the Pass!" the old man said; " Dark lowers the tempest overhead, The roaring torrent is deep and wide ! " And loud that clarion voice replied, Excelsior ! "O stay," the maiden said, "and rest Thy weary head upon this breast...
Page 363 - Listen, my children, and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five; Hardly a man is now alive Who remembers that famous day and year. He said to his friend, "If the British march By land or sea from the town tonight, Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch Of the North Church tower as a signal light,— One, if by land, and two, if by sea; And I on the opposite shore will be, Ready to ride and spread the alarm Through every Middlesex village and...
Page 52 - How strange the sculptures that adorn these towers! This crowd of statues, in whose folded sleeves Birds build their nests; while canopied with leaves Parvis and portal bloom like trellised bowers, And the vast minster seems a cross of flowers! But fiends and dragons on the gargoyled eaves Watch the dead Christ between the living thieves, And, underneath, the traitor Judas lowers! Ah! from what agonies of heart and brain...