The poetical works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. With prefatory noticeGall & Inglis, 1881 - 700 páginas |
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... eye of day , Tremulous leaves , with soft and silver lining , Buds that open only to decay ; Brilliant hopes , all ... eyes with tears o'erflowing , Stand like Ruth amid the golden corn ; Not alone in Spring's armorial bearing , And in ...
... eye of day , Tremulous leaves , with soft and silver lining , Buds that open only to decay ; Brilliant hopes , all ... eyes with tears o'erflowing , Stand like Ruth amid the golden corn ; Not alone in Spring's armorial bearing , And in ...
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... eyes of grief , Leading the war - horse of their chief , Stripped of his proud and martial dress , Uncurbed , unreined , and riderless , With darting eye , and nostril spread , And heavy and impatient tread , He came ; and oft that eye ...
... eyes of grief , Leading the war - horse of their chief , Stripped of his proud and martial dress , Uncurbed , unreined , and riderless , With darting eye , and nostril spread , And heavy and impatient tread , He came ; and oft that eye ...
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... eyes were large and full of light , Her arms and neck were bare ; No garment she wore save a kirtle bright And her own long raven hair . And on her lips there played a smile As holy , meek , and faint , As lights , in some cathedral ...
... eyes were large and full of light , Her arms and neck were bare ; No garment she wore save a kirtle bright And her own long raven hair . And on her lips there played a smile As holy , meek , and faint , As lights , in some cathedral ...
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... eyes these dances ; and the Archbishop Has sent for me- Victorian . That thou may'st dance before them ! Now viva la Cachucha ! It will breathe The fire of youth into these gray old men ' Twill be thy proudest conquest ! Preciosa ...
... eyes these dances ; and the Archbishop Has sent for me- Victorian . That thou may'st dance before them ! Now viva la Cachucha ! It will breathe The fire of youth into these gray old men ' Twill be thy proudest conquest ! Preciosa ...
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... eyes . It is my benison . Victorian . And brings to me Sweet fragrance from thy lips , as the soft wind Wafts to the outbound mariner the breath Of the beloved land he leaves behind . Preciosa . Make not thy voyage long . Victorian ...
... eyes . It is my benison . Victorian . And brings to me Sweet fragrance from thy lips , as the soft wind Wafts to the outbound mariner the breath Of the beloved land he leaves behind . Preciosa . Make not thy voyage long . Victorian ...
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The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Visualização completa - 1865 |
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Acadian Angel answer arrows Bartolomé beautiful beaver behold beneath birds breath Chibiabos Chispa clouds cried Cruzado Dacotahs dark dead death Don Carlos doorway dream earth Elsie Evangeline eyes face father fear Filled flowers forest Friar Gipsy gleam golden guests hand hast hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha holy Hypolito Iagoo John Alden Kenabeek Kwasind land Lara Laughing Water light listen look loud Lucifer maiden meadow Miles Standish Minnehaha Mondamin moon morning Mudjekeewis night o'er old Nokomis Osseo Padre Cura pass Pau-Puk-Keewis prairie Pray prayer Preciosa Prince H Prince Henry Priscilla river rose round rushing sail sang shadows shining silent singing sleep song Song of Hiawatha sorrow soul sound spake speak spirit stars stood sunshine sweet thee thou art thought unto Victorian village voice wait wampum wandered waves Wenonah whispered wigwam wild wind words youth
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Página 96 - 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.
Página 5 - In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife! Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead! Act, — act in the living Present! Heart within, and God o'erhead! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us, Footprints on the sands of time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall...
Página 96 - 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 ! We know what Master laid thy keel, What Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel, Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope...
Página 538 - This was the peasant's last Good-night, A voice replied, far up the height, Excelsior ! At break of day, as heavenward The pious monks of Saint Bernard Uttered the oft-repeated prayer, A voice cried through the startled air Excelsior ! A traveller, by the faithful hound, 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...
Página 437 - OFTEN I think of the beautiful town * That is seated by the sea ; Often in thought go up and down The pleasant streets of that dear old town, And my youth comes back to me. And a verse of a Lapland song Is haunting my memory still : " A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Página 535 - 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. Then up and spake an old saildr, Had sailed the Spanish Main, " I pray thee, put into yonder port, For I fear a hurricane.
Página 104 - Thus do we walk with her, and keep unbroken The bond which nature gives, Thinking that our remembrance, though unspoken, May reach her where she lives. Not as a child shall we again behold her; For when with raptures wild In our 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...
Página 538 - and rest Thy weary head upon this breast ' " A tear stood in his bright blue eye, But still he answered, with a sigh, Excelsior ! " Beware the pine-tree's withered branch ! Beware the awful avalanche ! " This was the peasant's last Good-night, A voice replied, far up the height, Excelsior ! At break of day, as heavenward The pious monks of Saint Bernard Uttered the oft-repeated prayer, A voice cried through the startled air, Excelsior ! A...
Página 269 - Ye whose hearts are fresh and simple, Who have faith in God and Nature, Who believe, that in all ages Every human heart is human, That in even savage bosoms There are longings, yearnings, strivings For the good they comprehend not, That the feeble hands and helpless, Groping blindly in the darkness, Touch God's right hand in that darkness And are lifted up and strengthened...
Página 104 - In the elder days of Art, Builders wrought with greatest care Each minute and unseen part; For the gods see everywhere. Let us do our work as well, Both the unseen and the seen; Make the house where gods may dwell Beautiful, entire, and clean.