The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowHoughton, Osgood, 1880 - 417 páginas |
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... laughed , And as the wind - gusts waft The sea - foam brightly , So the loud laugh of scorn , Out of those lips unshorn , From the deep drinking - horn Blew the foam lightly . " She was a Prince's child , I but a Viking wild , And ...
... laughed , And as the wind - gusts waft The sea - foam brightly , So the loud laugh of scorn , Out of those lips unshorn , From the deep drinking - horn Blew the foam lightly . " She was a Prince's child , I but a Viking wild , And ...
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... laughed he . In Scandinavia ' this is the customary salutation when drinking a health . I have lightly changed the orthography of the word , in order to preserve the correct pronun- tation . Colder and louder blew the wind , A gale from ...
... laughed he . In Scandinavia ' this is the customary salutation when drinking a health . I have lightly changed the orthography of the word , in order to preserve the correct pronun- tation . Colder and louder blew the wind , A gale from ...
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... laughed . But his house is now an ale - house , with a nicely sanded floor , And a garland in the window , and his face above the door ; Painted by some humble artist , as in Adam Puschman's song , As the old man gray and dove - like ...
... laughed . But his house is now an ale - house , with a nicely sanded floor , And a garland in the window , and his face above the door ; Painted by some humble artist , as in Adam Puschman's song , As the old man gray and dove - like ...
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... laughing birds have taken wing , By thee abandoned , hangs thy vacant swing . Dream - like the waters of the river gleam ; A sailless vessel drops adown the stream , And like it , to a sea as wide and deep , Thou driftest gently down ...
... laughing birds have taken wing , By thee abandoned , hangs thy vacant swing . Dream - like the waters of the river gleam ; A sailless vessel drops adown the stream , And like it , to a sea as wide and deep , Thou driftest gently down ...
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... laughed , and said they were nuns going into the chapel . Oft on sledges in winter , as swift as the swoop of the eagle , Down the hill - side bounding , they glided away o'er the meadow . Oft in the barns they climbed to the populous ...
... laughed , and said they were nuns going into the chapel . Oft on sledges in winter , as swift as the swoop of the eagle , Down the hill - side bounding , they glided away o'er the meadow . Oft in the barns they climbed to the populous ...
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The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Visualização completa - 1865 |
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Acadian Angel answered arrows Balt beautiful behold beneath birds breath bright Carlos Chibiabos clouds cried Dacotahs dance dark dead death door dreams earth Elsie Evangeline eyes face father fear Filled flowers forest Friar Gipsy Gitche Gumee gleam golden Grand-Pré grave hand hast hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha holy John Alden Kenabeek King Kwasind land Lara Laughing Water light listen look loud Lucifer maiden meadow Miles Standish Minnehaha Mondamin Monk moon morning night o'er old Nokomis Osseo Padre passed Pau-Puk-Keewis Paul Flemming poem poet Pray prayer Preciosa Prince Henry river rose round sail sang shadows shining Sigrid the Haughty silent singing sleep smile song Song of Hiawatha sorrow soul sound spake stars stood sunshine sweet thee thou art thought unto Vict village voice wait walls wampum wandered whispered wigwam wild wind words youth
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Página 152 - There is no Death ! what seems so is transition ; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death.
Página 332 - BETWEEN the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour. I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet, The sound of a door that is opened, And voices soft and sweet. From my study I see in the lamplight, Descending the broad hall stair, Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra, And Edith with golden hair.
Página xxvii - Were half the power that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need of arsenals and forts : The warrior's name would be a name abhorred!
Página 47 - The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist: A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
Página 105 - THIS is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight, Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic, Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms.
Página 20 - 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 bands.
Página 147 - 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!
Página 47 - I SHOT an arrow into the air, It fell to earth I knew not where ; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong, That it can follow the flight of song ! Long, long afterward, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroke ; And the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend.
Página 261 - Then the little Hiawatha Learned of every bird its language, Learned their names and all their secrets, How they built their nests in Summer, Where they hid themselves in Winter, Talked with them whene'er he met them, Called them "Hiawatha's Chickens.
Página 322 - A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts." I remember the sea-fight far away, How it thundered o'er the tide! And the dead captains as they lay In their graves o'erlooking the tranquil bay Where they in battle died. And the sound of that mournful song Goes through me with a thrill: "A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.