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... Singing at Midnight 42 BALLADS . The Slave in the Dismal Swamp . 43 The Skeleton in Armour The Wreck of the Hesperus MISCELLANEOUS POEMS . It is not always May 16 The Witnesses The Warning . 14 The Quadroon Girl 43 44 44 The Rainy Day ...
... Singing at Midnight 42 BALLADS . The Slave in the Dismal Swamp . 43 The Skeleton in Armour The Wreck of the Hesperus MISCELLANEOUS POEMS . It is not always May 16 The Witnesses The Warning . 14 The Quadroon Girl 43 44 44 The Rainy Day ...
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... singing , and his song had many tones . " Hyperion " and " The Voices of the Night , " which were published in the same year ( 1839 ) , established the reputation of Mr. Longfellow as a graceful prose writer , and a poet who resembled ...
... singing , and his song had many tones . " Hyperion " and " The Voices of the Night , " which were published in the same year ( 1839 ) , established the reputation of Mr. Longfellow as a graceful prose writer , and a poet who resembled ...
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... Singing , " Pray for this poor soul , Pray , -pray ! " And the hooded clouds , like friars , Tell their beads in drops of rain , And patter their doleful prayers ; - But their prayers are all in vain , All in vain ! There he stands in ...
... Singing , " Pray for this poor soul , Pray , -pray ! " And the hooded clouds , like friars , Tell their beads in drops of rain , And patter their doleful prayers ; - But their prayers are all in vain , All in vain ! There he stands in ...
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... Singing in the village choir , And it makes his heart rejoice . 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 ...
... Singing in the village choir , And it makes his heart rejoice . 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 ...
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... singing The bells of his own village ringing , And wakes , and finds his slumberous eyes Wet with most delicious tears . Thus dreamed I , as by night I lay In Bruges , at the Fleur - de - Blé , Listening with a wild delight To the ...
... singing The bells of his own village ringing , And wakes , and finds his slumberous eyes Wet with most delicious tears . Thus dreamed I , as by night I lay In Bruges , at the Fleur - de - Blé , Listening with a wild delight To the ...
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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.