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... Give me health and a day , and I will make the pomp of emperors ridiculous . " • " No man can be a master in conversation who has not learned much from women ; their presence and inspiration are essential to its success . " In 1847 Mr ...
... Give me health and a day , and I will make the pomp of emperors ridiculous . " • " No man can be a master in conversation who has not learned much from women ; their presence and inspiration are essential to its success . " In 1847 Mr ...
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... give you bread , " had proved true . When he was sixty - three , Harvard College con- ferred upon him the degree of Doctor of Laws , and made him one of her Governing Board . Dur- ing three successive years he delivered before his Alma ...
... give you bread , " had proved true . When he was sixty - three , Harvard College con- ferred upon him the degree of Doctor of Laws , and made him one of her Governing Board . Dur- ing three successive years he delivered before his Alma ...
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... give our own hearts courage and hope are just the things that give other hearts in the world courage and hope . It was not strange , then , that on the publication of the poem it was copied everywhere . The people . at last had found a ...
... give our own hearts courage and hope are just the things that give other hearts in the world courage and hope . It was not strange , then , that on the publication of the poem it was copied everywhere . The people . at last had found a ...
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... gives to them alone immortality . The years were full of work , but Mr. Longfellow was often restless . In 1838 he wrote in his jour- nal : " I do not like this sedentary life . I want action . I want travel . . . . After all , I pray a ...
... gives to them alone immortality . The years were full of work , but Mr. Longfellow was often restless . In 1838 he wrote in his jour- nal : " I do not like this sedentary life . I want action . I want travel . . . . After all , I pray a ...
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... give back the treasure . wrote in his journal two months afterward , " How can I live any longer ! . . . The glimmer of golden . leaves in the sunshine . . . everything without , full of loveliness . But within me the hunger , the ...
... give back the treasure . wrote in his journal two months afterward , " How can I live any longer ! . . . The glimmer of golden . leaves in the sunshine . . . everything without , full of loveliness . But within me the hunger , the ...
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Página 148 - This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main, — The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings, And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair.
Página 41 - And with them the Being Beauteous Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. And she sits and gazes at me With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies.
Página 148 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil; Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new, Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.
Página 34 - 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 166 - Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide, In the strife of truth with falsehood, for the good or evil side; Some great cause, God's New Messiah, offering each the bloom or blight, Parts the goats upon the left hand and the sheep upon the right; And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness and that light.
Página 162 - My childhood's earliest thoughts are linked with thee ; The sight of thee calls back the robin's song, Who, from the dark old tree Beside the door, sang clearly all day long, And I, secure in childish piety, Listened as if I heard an angel sing With news from heaven, which he could bring Fresh every day to my untainted ears When birds and flowers and I were happy peers.
Página 34 - I remember the gleams and glooms that dart Across the school-boy's brain ; The song and the silence in the heart, That in part are prophecies, and in part Are longings wild and vain. And the voice of that fitful song Sings on, and is never still : "A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Página 149 - Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll ! Leave thy low-vaulted past! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, Till thou at length art free, Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea!
Página 161 - T is the spring's largess, which she scatters now To rich and poor alike, with lavish hand, Though most hearts never understand To take it at God's value, but pass by The offered wealth with unrewarded eye. " Thou art my tropics and mine Italy ; To look at thee unlocks a warmer clime ; The eyes thou givest me Are in the heart, and heed not space or time : Not in mid June the golden-cuirassed bee Feels a more summer-like, warm ravishment In the white lily's breezy tent, His conquered Sybaris, than...
Página 42 - And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. And she sits and gazes at me With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies. Uttered not, yet comprehended, Is the spirit's voiceless prayer, Soft rebukes, in blessings ended, Breathing from her lips of air. O, though oft depressed and lonely, All my fears are laid aside, If I but remember...