Poems, Volumen1Ticknor and Fields, 1850 |
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... 11 FOOTSTEPS OF ANGELS 14 FLOWERS 17 THE BELEAGUERED CITY 22 MIDNIGHT MASS FOR THE DYING YEAR 26 EARLIER POEMS . AN APRIL DAY AUTUMN WOR 19 FEB '36 WOODS IN WINTER 33 36 8888888 39 HYMN OF THE MORAVIAN NUNS OF BETHLEHEM 42 SUNRISE ON.
... 11 FOOTSTEPS OF ANGELS 14 FLOWERS 17 THE BELEAGUERED CITY 22 MIDNIGHT MASS FOR THE DYING YEAR 26 EARLIER POEMS . AN APRIL DAY AUTUMN WOR 19 FEB '36 WOODS IN WINTER 33 36 8888888 39 HYMN OF THE MORAVIAN NUNS OF BETHLEHEM 42 SUNRISE ON.
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. VOICES OF THE NIGHT . 1840 . PRELUDE . PLEASANT it was , when woods were green.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. VOICES OF THE NIGHT . 1840 . PRELUDE . PLEASANT it was , when woods were green.
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. PRELUDE . PLEASANT it was , when woods were green , And winds were soft and low , To lie amid some sylvan scene , Where , the long drooping boughs between , Shadows dark and sunlight sheen Alternate come and ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. PRELUDE . PLEASANT it was , when woods were green , And winds were soft and low , To lie amid some sylvan scene , Where , the long drooping boughs between , Shadows dark and sunlight sheen Alternate come and ...
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... air , Into the solemn wood , Solemn and silent everywhere ! Nature with folded hands seemed there , Kneeling at her evening prayer ! Like one in prayer I stood . Before me rose an avenue Of tall and sombrous pines xii PRELUDE .
... air , Into the solemn wood , Solemn and silent everywhere ! Nature with folded hands seemed there , Kneeling at her evening prayer ! Like one in prayer I stood . Before me rose an avenue Of tall and sombrous pines xii PRELUDE .
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... ! The leaves are falling , falling , Solemnly and slow ; Caw ! caw ! the rooks are calling , It is a sound of woe , A sound of woe ! Through woods and mountain passes The winds , like anthems 26 MIDNIGHT MASS FOR THE DYING YEAR.
... ! The leaves are falling , falling , Solemnly and slow ; Caw ! caw ! the rooks are calling , It is a sound of woe , A sound of woe ! Through woods and mountain passes The winds , like anthems 26 MIDNIGHT MASS FOR THE DYING YEAR.
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Términos y frases comunes
Alcalá angel ANGELICA art thou BALTASAR BARTOLOMÉ beautiful behold Beltran Cruzado Beware birds blessed breast breath bright brooklet cachucha Calés child CHISPA clouds Count of Lara dance dark dead Death DON CARLOS Don Dinero Dost thou doth dream earth Enter Exeunt eyes fair fall father fear flowers FRANCISCO gentle Gipsy girl gleams gold golden grave hand hear heart heaven holy HYPOLITO Jorge Manrique land leaves Life's light lips look Luck of Edenhall Madrid maiden MARTINA midnight moon night Nils Juel o'er PADRE CURA PEDRO CRESPO Pentecost poem Pray prayer PRECIOSA red planet Mars ring rise Saint SCENE shadows silent silver sing sleep smile soft song soul sound Spain speak star stood sweet tears tell thee thine thou art thou hast thou shalt Timoneda unto VICTORIAN village voice wait wave weary wild wind woods
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Página 7 - 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,
Página 185 - Last night the moon had a golden ring, And to-night no moon we see! " The skipper, he blew a whiff from his pipe, And a scornful laugh laughed he.
Página 271 - 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!
Página 10 - I have naught that is fair ?" saith he ; "Have naught 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.
Página 143 - INTO the Silent Land ! Ah ! who shall lead us thither ? Clouds in the evening sky more darkly gather, And shattered wrecks lie thicker on the strand. Who leads us with a gentle hand Thither, O thither, Into the Silent Land...
Página 187 - ... seaman's coat Against the stinging blast ; He cut a rope from a broken spar, And bound her to the mast. "O father! I hear the church-bells ring, Oh say, what may it be?
Página 247 - No one is so accursed by fate, No one so utterly desolate, But some heart, though unknown,. Responds unto his own.
Página 181 - Beating to sea again, Through the wild hurricane Bore I the maiden. " Three weeks we westward bore. And when the storm was o'er, Cloud-like we saw the shore Stretching to leeward; There for my lady's bower Built I the lofty tower, Which to this very hour Stands looking seaward.
Página 180 - When the wind failed us ; And with a sudden flaw Came round the gusty Skaw, So that our foe we saw Laugh as he hailed us. " And as to catch the gale Round veered the flapping sail, Death ! was the helmsman's hail, Death without quarter...
Página 132 - I KNOW a maiden fair to see, Take care ! She can both false and friendly be, Beware ! Beware ! Trust her not, She is fooling thee ! She has two eyes, so soft and brown, Take care ! She gives a side-glance and looks down, Beware ! Beware ! Trust her not, She is fooling thee...