The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowGeorge Routledge & Company, 1856 - 400 páginas |
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... Dante . Purgatorio , XXX . XXXI . 66 67 SPRING . From the French of Charles d'Orleans 69 THE CHILD ASLEEP . From the French 71 THE GRAVE . From the Anglo - Saxon 72 TRANSLATIONS . KING CHRISTIAN . A National Song of Denmark.
... Dante . Purgatorio , XXX . XXXI . 66 67 SPRING . From the French of Charles d'Orleans 69 THE CHILD ASLEEP . From the French 71 THE GRAVE . From the Anglo - Saxon 72 TRANSLATIONS . KING CHRISTIAN . A National Song of Denmark.
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... grave is not its goal ; " Dust thou art , to dust returnest , " Was not spoken of the soul . Not enjoyment , and not sorrow , Is our destined end or way ; But to act , that each to - morrow Find us farther than to - day . Art is long ...
... grave is not its goal ; " Dust thou art , to dust returnest , " Was not spoken of the soul . Not enjoyment , and not sorrow , Is our destined end or way ; But to act , that each to - morrow Find us farther than to - day . Art is long ...
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... graves of bird and beast alone , But in old cathedrals , high and hoary , On the tombs of heroes , carved in stone ; In the cottage of the rudest peasant , In ancestral homes , whose crumbling towers , Speaking of the Past unto the ...
... graves of bird and beast alone , But in old cathedrals , high and hoary , On the tombs of heroes , carved in stone ; In the cottage of the rudest peasant , In ancestral homes , whose crumbling towers , Speaking of the Past unto the ...
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... grave ; No other challenge breaks the air , But the rushing of Life's wave . And , when the solemn and deep church - bell Entreats the soul to pray , The midnight phantoms feel the spell , The shadows sweep away . Down the broad Vale of ...
... grave ; No other challenge breaks the air , But the rushing of Life's wave . And , when the solemn and deep church - bell Entreats the soul to pray , The midnight phantoms feel the spell , The shadows sweep away . Down the broad Vale of ...
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... grave . They sang , that by his native bowers He stood , in the last moon of flowers , And thirty snows had not yet shed Their glory on the warrior's head ; But , as the summer fruit decays , So died he in those naked days . A dark ...
... grave . They sang , that by his native bowers He stood , in the last moon of flowers , And thirty snows had not yet shed Their glory on the warrior's head ; But , as the summer fruit decays , So died he in those naked days . A dark ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Acadian aloft arms art thou beautiful behold belfry BELFRY OF BRUGES bell beneath birds blast blossom bosom breath bride bright Bruges clouds dark dead Death descended dream earth Edenhall Evangeline Evangeline's eyes face fair Father fear flowers forest Gabriel gaze gleam golden Grand-Pré grave Guy de Dampierre hand hast hear heard heart heaven holy JULIUS MOSEN ladder of Jacob land laugh light lips looks loud maiden Master Shakes meadows midnight moon morning night Nils Juel o'er ocean Ozark Mountains passed prairies prayer priest rain restless heart river roar rose round sail sang seemed shadows shining ships shore silent silver singing Sister of Mercy slowly slumber smile soft song sorrow soul sound spake spirit stands stars stood sunshine sweet tears Tharaw thee thou thought unto village voice wander wave weary whispered wild wind words youth
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Página 110 - 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 112 - The breakers were right beneath her bows, She drifted a dreary wreck, And a whooping billow swept the crew Like icicles from her deck. She struck where the white and fleecy waves Looked soft as carded wool, But the cruel rocks, they gored her side Like the horns of an angry bull.
Página 209 - 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...
Página 153 - 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 242 - THIS is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight, Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic, Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms.
Página 351 - Amid these earthly damps What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers May be heaven's distant lamps. There is no Death ! What seems so is transition. This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death.
Página 224 - 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.
Página 12 - 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. " My Lord has need of these flowerets gay," The reaper said, and smiled; " Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where he was once a child.
Página 312 - Many a languid head, upraised as Evangeline entered, Turned on its pillow of pain to gaze while she passed, for her presence Fell on their hearts like a ray of the sun on the walls of a prison.
Página 12 - 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.