The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowGall & Inglis, 1865 - 700 pages |
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... sorrow and delight , All solemn Voices of the Night , That can soothe thee , or affright , - Be these henceforth thy theme . ' HYMN TO THE NIGHT . Ασπασίη , τρίλλιστος . I HEARD the trailing garments of the Night Sweep through her ...
... sorrow and delight , All solemn Voices of the Night , That can soothe thee , or affright , - Be these henceforth thy theme . ' HYMN TO THE NIGHT . Ασπασίη , τρίλλιστος . I HEARD the trailing garments of the Night Sweep through her ...
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... sorrow , Is our destined end or way ; But to act , that each to - morrow Find us farther than to - day . Art is long , and Time is fleeting , And our hearts , though stout and brave , Still , like muffled drums , are beating Funeral ...
... sorrow , Is our destined end or way ; But to act , that each to - morrow Find us farther than to - day . Art is long , and Time is fleeting , And our hearts , though stout and brave , Still , like muffled drums , are beating Funeral ...
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... sorrows , that thou wouldst forget , If thou wouldst read a lesson , that will keep Thy heart from fainting and thy soul from sleep , Go to the woods and hills ! -No tears Dim the sweet look that Nature wears . BURIAL OF THE MINNISINK ...
... sorrows , that thou wouldst forget , If thou wouldst read a lesson , that will keep Thy heart from fainting and thy soul from sleep , Go to the woods and hills ! -No tears Dim the sweet look that Nature wears . BURIAL OF THE MINNISINK ...
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... sorrow , " To - morrow we will open , " I replied , And when the morrow came I answered still , " To - morrow . " THE NATIVE LAND . FROM THE SPANISH OF FRANCISCO DE ALDANA . CLEAR fount of light ! my native land on high , Bright with a ...
... sorrow , " To - morrow we will open , " I replied , And when the morrow came I answered still , " To - morrow . " THE NATIVE LAND . FROM THE SPANISH OF FRANCISCO DE ALDANA . CLEAR fount of light ! my native land on high , Bright with a ...
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... sorrows fall so fast , Our happiest hour is when at last The soul is freed . Our days are covered o'er with grief , And sorrows neither few nor brief Veil all in gloom ; Left desolate of real good , Within this cheerless solitude No ...
... sorrows fall so fast , Our happiest hour is when at last The soul is freed . Our days are covered o'er with grief , And sorrows neither few nor brief Veil all in gloom ; Left desolate of real good , Within this cheerless solitude No ...
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Page 285 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise ! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes.
Page 124 - 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 thee.
Page 52 - 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.
Page 52 - Some ship in distress, that cannot live In such an angry sea!' 'O father! I see a gleaming light, O say, what may it be?' 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 be; And she thought of Christ, who stilled the wave, On the Lake of Galilee.
Page 4 - 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...
Page 93 - Come, read to me some .poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe this restless feeling, And banish the thoughts of day. Not from the grand old masters, Not from the bards sublime, Whose distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of Time. For, like strains of martial music, Their mighty thoughts suggest Life's endless toil and endeavour ; And to-night I long for rest. Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from...
Page 128 - ... embraces we again enfold her, She will not be a child; But a fair maiden, in her Father's mansion, Clothed with celestial grace ; And beautiful with all the soul's expansion Shall we behold her face. And though at times impetuous with emotion And anguish long suppressed. The swelling heart...
Page 343 - Such an old moustache as I am Is not a match for you all ! I have you fast in my fortress, And will not let you depart, But put you down into the dungeon In the round-tower of my heart. And there will I keep you forever, Yes, forever and a day, Till the walls shall crumble to ruin, And moulder in dust away ! 346 ENCELADUS.
Page 36 - RETRIBUTION. THOUGH the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small ; Though with patience he stands waiting, with exactness grinds he all.
Page 307 - All is well!" A moment only he feels the spell Of the place and the hour, and the secret dread Of the lonely belfry and the dead; For suddenly all his thoughts are bent On a shadowy something far away, Where the river widens to meet the bay — A line of black that bends and floats On the rising tide, like a bridge of boats.