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... head . " These grave thoughts are succeeded by pictures of the child at play , now in the orchard and now in the garden - walks , where his little carriage- wheels efface whole villages of sand - roofed tents that rise above the secret ...
... head . " These grave thoughts are succeeded by pictures of the child at play , now in the orchard and now in the garden - walks , where his little carriage- wheels efface whole villages of sand - roofed tents that rise above the secret ...
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... head of " Songs " we have eight poems , two of which are modelled after a fashion that Mr. Longfellow had succeeded in making his own . I refer to " Sea - weed. " THE OLD CLOCK ON THE STAIRS . " A CORNER OF THE STUDY . ( TAKEN FROM A. XXX ...
... head of " Songs " we have eight poems , two of which are modelled after a fashion that Mr. Longfellow had succeeded in making his own . I refer to " Sea - weed. " THE OLD CLOCK ON THE STAIRS . " A CORNER OF THE STUDY . ( TAKEN FROM A. XXX ...
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... head , not only in the narra- tive poems I have mentioned , but in the lesser stories included in his " Tales of a Wayside Inn , " for which he has laid all the literatures of the world under contribution . The most distinctive of Mr ...
... head , not only in the narra- tive poems I have mentioned , but in the lesser stories included in his " Tales of a Wayside Inn , " for which he has laid all the literatures of the world under contribution . The most distinctive of Mr ...
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... head . " " SPEAK ! speak ! thou fearful guest ! Who , with thy hollow breast Still in rude armour drest , Comest to daunt me ! Wrapt not in Eastern balms , But with thy fleshless palms Stretched , as if asking alms , Why dost thou haunt ...
... head . " " SPEAK ! speak ! thou fearful guest ! Who , with thy hollow breast Still in rude armour drest , Comest to daunt me ! Wrapt not in Eastern balms , But with thy fleshless palms Stretched , as if asking alms , Why dost thou haunt ...
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... head , With their dilated nostrils spread , They silently inhale The clover - scented gale , And the vapours that arise From the well - watered and smoking soil . For this rest in the furrow after toil Their large and lustrous eyes Seem ...
... head , With their dilated nostrils spread , They silently inhale The clover - scented gale , And the vapours that arise From the well - watered and smoking soil . For this rest in the furrow after toil Their large and lustrous eyes Seem ...
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The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Visualização completa - 1865 |
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Acadian Angel arrows Balt beautiful behold BELFRY OF BRUGES beneath birds breath bright Carlos Chibiabos Chis clouds CRUZADO Dacotahs dance dark dead death Don Carlos door dream earth Elsie Evangeline eyes face fear Filled flowers forest Friar Gipsy gleam golden Grand-Pré grave hand hast hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha HYPOLITO John Alden Kenabeek King Kwasind land Lara Laughing Water light lips listen Longfellow look loud Lucifer maiden meadow Miles Standish Mondamin Monk moon morning night o'er old Nokomis Osseo Padre passed Pau-Puk-Keewis poem poet Pray prayer Preciosa Prince Henry river rose round rushing sail Saint sang shadows shining silent singing sleep song Song of Hiawatha sorrow soul sound spake star stood sunshine sweet thee thou art thought unto Vict village voice walls wampum wandered whispered wigwam wild wind window words yonder 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.