Poems, Volumen1Ticknor, Reed, and Fields, 1853 |
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... thy hopes depart , Be resolute and calm . O fear not in a world like this , And thou shalt know ere long , Know how sublime a thing it is To suffer and be strong . FOOTSTEPS OF ANGELS . WHEN the hours of Day are THE LIGHT OF STARS . 13.
... thy hopes depart , Be resolute and calm . O fear not in a world like this , And thou shalt know ere long , Know how sublime a thing it is To suffer and be strong . FOOTSTEPS OF ANGELS . WHEN the hours of Day are THE LIGHT OF STARS . 13.
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. FOOTSTEPS OF ANGELS . 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 ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. FOOTSTEPS OF ANGELS . 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 ...
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... God will prosper thee ! In the dark and trying hour , In the breaking forth of power , In the rush of steeds and men , His right hand will shield thee then . " Take thy banner ! But , when night Closes HYMN OF THE MORAVIAN NUNS . 43.
... God will prosper thee ! In the dark and trying hour , In the breaking forth of power , In the rush of steeds and men , His right hand will shield thee then . " Take thy banner ! But , when night Closes HYMN OF THE MORAVIAN NUNS . 43.
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... hour Should we exert that magic power . What ardor show , To deck the sensual slave of sin , Yet leave the freeborn soul within , In weeds of woe ! Monarchs , the powerful and the strong , Famous in COPLAS DE MANRIQUE . 67.
... hour Should we exert that magic power . What ardor show , To deck the sensual slave of sin , Yet leave the freeborn soul within , In weeds of woe ! Monarchs , the powerful and the strong , Famous in COPLAS DE MANRIQUE . 67.
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... hour ? His other brothers , proud and high , Masters , who , in prosperity , Might rival kings ; Who made the bravest and the best The bondsmen of their high behest , Their underlings ; What was their prosperous estate , When high ...
... hour ? His other brothers , proud and high , Masters , who , in prosperity , Might rival kings ; Who made the bravest and the best The bondsmen of their high behest , Their underlings ; What was their prosperous estate , When high ...
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angel arms BARTOLOMÉ beautiful birds blessed breast breath bright child CHISPA clouds comes Count CRUZADO dance dark dead Death deep DON CARLOS dost dreams earth Enter eyes face fair faith fall father fear feel fields flowers FRANCISCO gave gentle Gipsy girl give gold golden grave green hand hast hear heard heart heaven holy hopes hour HYPOLITO land LARA leaves light lips live look maiden morning never night o'er once PADRE CURA pass play poor Pray prayer PRECIOSA rest ring rise river round SCENE shadow shalt silent silver sing sits sleep soft song soul sound speak spirit stand star stood strong sweet Take tears tell thee thine things thou art thought trees VICTORIAN village voice wait wall wave wild wind woods youth
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Página 5 - 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 9 - 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 186 - And ever the fitful gusts between A sound came from the land ; It was the sound of the trampling surf On the rocks and the hard sea-sand. The breakers were right beneath her bows, She drifted a dreary wreck, And a whooping billow swept the crew Like icicles from her deck.
Página 15 - 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 firelight 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 ; He, the young and strong, who cherished Noble longings for the strife, By the roadside fell and perished, Weary with the march...
Página 265 - MAIDEN ! with the meek, brown eyes, In whose orbs a shadow lies Like the dusk in evening skies ! Thou whose locks outshine the sun, Golden tresses, wreathed in one, As the braided streamlets run ! Standing, with reluctant feet, Where the brook and river meet, Womanhood and childhood fleet...
Página 277 - BESIDE the ungathered rice he lay, His sickle in his hand; His breast was bare, his matted hair Was buried in the sand. Again, in the mist and shadow of sleep, He saw his Native Land.
Página 178 - Then launched they to the blast, Bent like a reed each mast, Yet we were gaining fast, 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 12 - Within my breast there is no light, But the cold light of stars ; 1 give the first watch of the night To the red planet Mars. The star of the unconquered will, He rises in my breast, Serene, and resolute, and still, And calm, and self-possessed.
Página 171 - SPEAK! speak! thou fearful guest! Who, with thy hollow breast Still in rude armor drest, Comest to daunt me ! Wrapt not in Eastern balms, But with thy fleshless palms Stretched, as if asking alms, Why dost thou haunt me ? " Then, from those cavernous eyes Pale flashes seemed to rise, As when the Northern skies Gleam in December ; And, like the water's flow Under December's snow, Came a dull voice of woe From the heart's chamber. " I was a Viking old ! My deeds, though manifold, No...
Página ix - 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 go ; Or where the denser grove receives No sunlight from above, But the dark foliage interweaves In one unbroken roof of leaves, Underneath whose sloping eaves The shadows hardly move.