The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Volumes 1-2Osgood, 1873 |
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... solemn feet I tread the hill , That overbrows the lonely vale . O'er the bare upland , and away Through the long reach of desert woods , The embracing sunbeams chastely play , And gladden these deep 36 Earlier Poems WoodS IN WINTER.
... solemn feet I tread the hill , That overbrows the lonely vale . O'er the bare upland , and away Through the long reach of desert woods , The embracing sunbeams chastely play , And gladden these deep 36 Earlier Poems WoodS IN WINTER.
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. The embracing sunbeams chastely play , And gladden these deep solitudes . Where , twisted round the barren oak , The summer vine in beauty clung , And summer winds the stillness broke , The crystal icicle is ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. The embracing sunbeams chastely play , And gladden these deep solitudes . Where , twisted round the barren oak , The summer vine in beauty clung , And summer winds the stillness broke , The crystal icicle is ...
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... charms that lovers seek In the clear eye and blushing cheek , The hues that play O'er rosy lip and brow of snow , When hoary age approaches slow , Ah , where are they ? The cunning skill , the curious arts , The glorious 52 Translations.
... charms that lovers seek In the clear eye and blushing cheek , The hues that play O'er rosy lip and brow of snow , When hoary age approaches slow , Ah , where are they ? The cunning skill , the curious arts , The glorious 52 Translations.
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... play ; And everything , that can sing and fly , Goes with us , and far away . “ I greet thee , bonny boat ! Whither , or whence , With thy fluttering golden band ? ” – " I greet thee , little bird ! To the wide sea I haste from the ...
... play ; And everything , that can sing and fly , Goes with us , and far away . “ I greet thee , bonny boat ! Whither , or whence , With thy fluttering golden band ? ” – " I greet thee , little bird ! To the wide sea I haste from the ...
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... play of spears , Fell all the cavaliers , Before the monarch's stalwart son . To the barrier of the fight Rode at last a sable Knight . " Sir Knight ! your name and scutcheon , say ! " “ Should I speak it here , Ye would stand The Black ...
... play of spears , Fell all the cavaliers , Before the monarch's stalwart son . To the barrier of the fight Rode at last a sable Knight . " Sir Knight ! your name and scutcheon , say ! " “ Should I speak it here , Ye would stand The Black ...
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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.