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... Child ... ... ... The Occultation of Orion The Bridge ... To " The Driving Cloud " The Phantom Ship ... The Ladder of St. Augustine Curfew THE SPANISH STUDENT Page 107 ... 108 109 ❤w . www 110 93 111 111 130 112 • * • 112 113 114 115 ...
... Child ... ... ... The Occultation of Orion The Bridge ... To " The Driving Cloud " The Phantom Ship ... The Ladder of St. Augustine Curfew THE SPANISH STUDENT Page 107 ... 108 109 ❤w . www 110 93 111 111 130 112 • * • 112 113 114 115 ...
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... children Paused in their play to kiss the hand he extended to bless them . Reverend walked he among them ; and up ... child , and the pride of the village . Stalwart and stately in form was the man of seventy winters ; Hearty and hale ...
... children Paused in their play to kiss the hand he extended to bless them . Reverend walked he among them ; and up ... child , and the pride of the village . Stalwart and stately in form was the man of seventy winters ; Hearty and hale ...
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... child through long generations . But a celestial brightness - a more ethereal beauty- Shone on her face and encircled her form , when , after confession , Homeward serenely she walked with God's benediction upon her . When she had ...
... child through long generations . But a celestial brightness - a more ethereal beauty- Shone on her face and encircled her form , when , after confession , Homeward serenely she walked with God's benediction upon her . When she had ...
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... children from earliest childhood Grew up together as brother and sister ; and Father Felician , Priest and pedagogue both in the village , had taught them their letters Out of the selfsame book , with the hymns of the church and the ...
... children from earliest childhood Grew up together as brother and sister ; and Father Felician , Priest and pedagogue both in the village , had taught them their letters Out of the selfsame book , with the hymns of the church and the ...
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... children at play , the crowing of cocks in the farm - yards , Whir of wings in the drowsy air , and the cooing of pigeons , All were subdued and low as the murmurs of love , and the great sun Looked with the eye of love through the ...
... children at play , the crowing of cocks in the farm - yards , Whir of wings in the drowsy air , and the cooing of pigeons , All were subdued and low as the murmurs of love , and the great sun Looked with the eye of love through the ...
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The Poetical Works of H. W. Longfellow. [Illustrated.] Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Vista completa - 1864 |
Términos y frases comunes
Acadian Albrecht Dürer angel art thou BARTOLOME beautiful behold beneath birds bosom breath bride bright brooklet cachucha child CHISPA clouds Count of Lara CRUZADO dance dark dead death DON CARLOS Don Dinero Dost thou doth dream earth Edenhall eyes fair father fear flowers FRANCISCO gentle Gipsy girl gleam gold golden grave Guy de Dampierre hand hear heard heart heaven holy HYPOLITO Jorge Manrique JULIUS MOSEN land leaves light lips look loud maiden merry midnight moon morning night Nils Juel o'er PADRE CURA pass Pray prayer PRECIOSA rain ring rise river round sail Saint sang SCENE shadows shalt ships silent silver singing sleep slumbered smile soft song sorrow soul sound stands stars stood sweet tears Tharaw thee thine thou art thou hast thought Timoneda unto VICTORIAN village voice wander wave weary wild wind window youth
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Página 64 - 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 115 - 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 83 - 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.
Página 7 - 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 99 - Like the horns of an angry bull. Her rattling shrouds, all sheathed in ice, With the masts went by the board; Like a vessel of glass, she stove and sank, Ho! ho! the breakers roared! At daybreak, on the bleak sea-beach, A fisherman stood aghast, To see the form of a maiden fair, Lashed close to a drifting mast. The salt sea was frozen on her breast, The salt tears in her eyes; And he saw her hair, like the brown sea-weed, On the billows fall and rise. Such was the wreck of the Hesperus, In the midnight...
Página 57 - Tis of the wave and not the rock ; 'Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale ! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore. Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea ! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with th.ee.
Página 57 - 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...
Página 42 - WHEN the hours of Day are numbered, And the voices of the Night Wake the better soul, that slumbered, To a holy, calm delight; Ere the evening lamps are lighted, And, like phantoms grim and tall, Shadows from the fitful fire-light Dance upon the parlor wall; Then the forms of the departed Enter at the open door; The beloved, the true-hearted, Come to visit me once more...
Página 97 - Colder and louder blew the wind, A gale from the Northeast; The snow fell hissing in the brine, And the billows frothed like yeast. Down came the storm, and smote amain, The vessel in its strength; She shuddered and paused, like a frighted steed, Then leaped her cable's length. "Come hither! come hither! my little daughter, And do not tremble so; For I can weather the roughest gale, That ever wind did blow.
Página 94 - Oft to his frozen lair Tracked I the grisly bear, While from my path the hare Fled like a shadow; Oft through the forest dark Followed the were-wolf's bark, Until the soaring lark Sang from the meadow. "But when I older grew, Joining a corsair's crew, O'er the dark sea I flew With the marauders. Wild was the life we led, Many the souls that sped, Many the hearts that bled, By our stern orders.