Poems, Volumen1Ticknor and Fields, 1860 |
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... SUPPER • 197 MISCELLANEOUS . THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH 239 ENDYMION • 243 THE TWO LOCKS OF HAIR 246 IT IS NOT ALWAYS MAY 249 THE RAINY DAY 251 GOD'S - ACRE 253 TO THE RIVER CHARLES BLIND BARTIMEUS THE GOBLET OF LIFE CONTENTS .
... SUPPER • 197 MISCELLANEOUS . THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH 239 ENDYMION • 243 THE TWO LOCKS OF HAIR 246 IT IS NOT ALWAYS MAY 249 THE RAINY DAY 251 GOD'S - ACRE 253 TO THE RIVER CHARLES BLIND BARTIMEUS THE GOBLET OF LIFE CONTENTS .
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. TO THE RIVER CHARLES BLIND BARTIMEUS THE GOBLET OF LIFE MAIDENHOOD EXCELSIOR POEMS ON SLAVERY . 255 258 260 265 269 TO WILLIAM E. CHANNING 275 THE SLAVE'S DREAM 277 THE GOOD PART . 281 THE SLAVE IN THE DISMAL ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. TO THE RIVER CHARLES BLIND BARTIMEUS THE GOBLET OF LIFE MAIDENHOOD EXCELSIOR POEMS ON SLAVERY . 255 258 260 265 269 TO WILLIAM E. CHANNING 275 THE SLAVE'S DREAM 277 THE GOOD PART . 281 THE SLAVE IN THE DISMAL ...
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... rivers flowing ceaselessly , Where the woodlands bend to see The bending heavens below . " There is a forest where the din Of iron branches sounds ! A mighty river roars between , And whosoever looks therein Sees the heavens all black ...
... rivers flowing ceaselessly , Where the woodlands bend to see The bending heavens below . " There is a forest where the din Of iron branches sounds ! A mighty river roars between , And whosoever looks therein Sees the heavens all black ...
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... river flowed between . No other voice nor sound was there , No drum , nor sentry's pace ; The mist - like banners clasped the air , As clouds with clouds embrace . But when the old cathedral bell Proclaimed the morning prayer , The ...
... river flowed between . No other voice nor sound was there , No drum , nor sentry's pace ; The mist - like banners clasped the air , As clouds with clouds embrace . But when the old cathedral bell Proclaimed the morning prayer , The ...
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... River of Life between . No other voice nor sound is there , In the army of the grave ; No other challenge breaks the air , But the rushing of Life's wave . And when the solemn and deep church - bell Entreats 24 VOICES OF THE NIGHT .
... River of Life between . No other voice nor sound is there , In the army of the grave ; No other challenge breaks the air , But the rushing of Life's wave . And when the solemn and deep church - bell Entreats 24 VOICES OF THE NIGHT .
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Términos y frases comunes
Alcalá angel ANGELICA ARCHBISHOP Art thou BALTASAR BARTOLOMÉ beautiful behold Beltran Cruzado Beware birds blessed bosom breast breath bright brooklet cachucha child CHISPA clouds Count of Lara dance dark Death DON CARLOS Don Dinero Dost thou doth dreams earth Esaias Tegnér Exeunt eyes fair faith fall father fear flame flowers FRANCISCO gentle Gerónimo Gil girl gleam gold golden grave Gypsy hand hear heart heaven holy HYPOLITO Jorge Manrique land Life's light lips look LOPE DE VEGA Luck of Edenhall maiden merry midnight night Nils Juel o'er PADRE CURA poem Pray prayer PRECIOSA ring rise SCENE shadow silent silver sing sleep smile snow soft song sorrow soul sound speak spirit stand star stood sweet tears tell thee thine thou art thou hast thou shalt unto VICTORIAN village voice wait wave wild wind youth
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Página 239 - And children coming home from school Look in at the open door ; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor.
Página 172 - 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.
Página 182 - 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.
Página 173 - Wild was the life we led ; Many the souls that sped, Many the hearts that bled, By our stern orders. " Many a wassail-bout Wore the long Winter out ; Often our midnight shout Set the cocks crowing, As we the Berserk's tale Measured in cups of ale, Draining the oaken pail, Filled to o'erflowing.
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 181 - Her cheeks like the dawn of day, And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds, That ope in the month of May. The skipper he stood beside the helm, His pipe was in his mouth, And he watched how the veering flaw did blow The smoke now West, now South.
Página 176 - And as to catch the gale Round veered the flapping sail, Death ! was the helmsman's hail, Death without quarter ! Midships with iron keel Struck we her ribs of steel ; Down her black hulk did reel Through the black water!
Página 185 - 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...
Página 249 - THE day is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary ; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary.
Página 24 - Down the broad valley fast and far The troubled army fled ; Up rose the glorious morning star, The ghastly host was dead. I have read, in the marvellous heart of man, That strange and mystic scroll, That an army of phantoms vast and wan Beleaguer the human soul.