The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Volumes 1-2Osgood, 1873 |
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... HEARD the trailing garments of the Night Sweep through her marble halls ! I saw her sable skirts all fringed with light From the celestial walls ! I felt her presence , by its spell of might , Stoop o'er me from above ; The calm ...
... HEARD the trailing garments of the Night Sweep through her marble halls ! I saw her sable skirts all fringed with light From the celestial walls ! I felt her presence , by its spell of might , Stoop o'er me from above ; The calm ...
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... heard the while , Sung low , in the dim , mysterious aisle . “ Take thy banner ! May it wave Proudly o'er the good and brave ; When the battle's distant wail Breaks the sabbath of our vale , When the clarion's music thrills To the ...
... heard the while , Sung low , in the dim , mysterious aisle . “ Take thy banner ! May it wave Proudly o'er the good and brave ; When the battle's distant wail Breaks the sabbath of our vale , When the clarion's music thrills To the ...
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... heard the distant waters dash , I saw the current whirl and flash , And richly , by the blue lake's silver beach , The woods were bending with a silent reach . Then o'er the vale , with gentle swell , The 40 Earlier Poems SUNRISE ON THE ...
... heard the distant waters dash , I saw the current whirl and flash , And richly , by the blue lake's silver beach , The woods were bending with a silent reach . Then o'er the vale , with gentle swell , The 40 Earlier Poems SUNRISE ON THE ...
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... , that it is a joy To have it round us , and her silver voice Is the rich music of a summer bird , Heard in the still night , with its passionate cadence . BURIAL OF THE MINNISINK ON ; N sunny slope and The Spirit of Poetry 43.
... , that it is a joy To have it round us , and her silver voice Is the rich music of a summer bird , Heard in the still night , with its passionate cadence . BURIAL OF THE MINNISINK ON ; N sunny slope and The Spirit of Poetry 43.
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... heard Where the soft breath of evening stirred The tall , gray forest ; and a band Of stern in heart , and strong in hand , Came winding down beside the wave , To lay the red chief in his grave . They sang , that by his native bowers He ...
... heard Where the soft breath of evening stirred The tall , gray forest ; and a band Of stern in heart , and strong in hand , Came winding down beside the wave , To lay the red chief in his grave . They sang , that by his native bowers He ...
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Page 203 - 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 17 - Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where he was once a child. "They shall all bloom in fields of light, Transplanted by my care, And saints, upon their garments white, These sacred blossoms wear.
Page 219 - ALL are architects of Fate, Working in these walls of Time ; Some with massive deeds and great, Some with ornaments of rhyme. Nothing useless is or low ; Each thing in its place is best ; And what seems but idle show Strengthens and supports the rest.
Page 202 - Then the Master, With a gesture of command, Waved his hand ; And at the word, Loud and sudden there was heard, All around them and below, The sound of hammers, blow on blow, Knocking away the shores and spurs. And see ! she stirs ! She starts, — she moves, — she seems to feel The thrill of life along her keel, And, spurning with her foot the ground, With one exulting, joyous bound, She leaps into the ocean's arms!
Page 14 - 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 16 - I have nought that is fair?" saith he; "Have nought but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again." 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.
Page 61 - 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, 1 knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong.
Page 220 - 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 15 - Were half the power that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need for arsenals or forts: The warrior's name would be a name abhorred!
Page 101 - I was a Viking old! My deeds, though manifold, No Skald in song has told, No Saga taught thee! Take heed, that in thy verse Thou dost the tale rehearse, Else dread a dead man's curse; For this I sought thee.