Longfellow Leaflets: Poems and Prose Passages from the Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow for Reading and Recitation

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Houghton, Mifflin, 1881 - 108 pages

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Page 16 - roar, In spite of false lights on the shore, Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee, Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears, Our faith triumphant o'er our fears, Are all with thee, — are all with thee 1
Page 51 - Then up and spake an old Sail6r, Had sailed to the Spanish Main, "I pray thee, put into yonder port, For I fear a hurricane. " 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.
Page 52 - she thought of Christ, who stilled the wave, On the Lake of Galilee. And fast through the midnight dark and drear, Through the whistling sleet and snow, Like a sheeted ghost, the vessel swept Tow'rds the reef of Norman's Woe. And ever the fitful gusts between A sound came from the land;
Page 85 - VILLAGE BLACKSMITH. UNDER a spreading chestnut-tree The village smithy stands; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron hands. His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can,
Page 52 - But the father answered never a word, A frozen corpse was he. Lashed to the helm, all stiff and stark, With his face turned to the skies, The lantern gleamed through the gleaming snow On his fixed and glassy eyes. Then the maiden clasped her hands and prayed That saved she might
Page 61 - And a huge black hulk that was magnified By its own reflection in the tide. Meanwhile, his friend, through alley and street, Wanders and watches with eager ears, Till in the silence around him he hears The muster of men at the barrack door, The sound of arms, and the tramp of feet,
Page 52 - It was the sound of the trampling surf On the rocks and the hard seasand. 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
Page 57 - Half-buried in the snow was found, Still grasping in his hand of ice That banner with the strange device, Excelsior! There in the twilight cold and gray, Lifeless, but beautiful, he lay, And from the sky, serene and far, A voice fell, like a falling star, Excelsior! FROM
Page 21 - O chanticleer, Your clarion blow; the day is near." It whispered to the fields of corn, "Bow down, and hail the coming morn." It shouted through the belfry-tower, " Awake, O bell! proclaim the hour." It crossed the churchyard with a sigh, And said, " Not yet! in quiet lie.
Page 11 - BUILD me straight, O worthy Master! Stanch and strong, a goodly vessel, That shall laugh at all disaster, And with wave and whirlwind wrestle! " I. The merchant's word Delighted the Master heard; For his heart was in his work, and the heart Giveth grace unto every Art.

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