The poetical works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Author's pocket-vol. ed, 10 tomas |
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... they are thine ! " But Master Lamberton muttered , And under his breath , said he , " This ship is so crank and walty , I fear our grave she will be ! " And the ships that came from England , When the 18 BIRDS OF PASSAGE . The Phantom Ship.
... they are thine ! " But Master Lamberton muttered , And under his breath , said he , " This ship is so crank and walty , I fear our grave she will be ! " And the ships that came from England , When the 18 BIRDS OF PASSAGE . The Phantom Ship.
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... graves forgotten stretch their dusty hands , And hold in mortmain still their old estates . The spirit - world around this world of sense Floats like an atmosphere , and everywhere Wafts through these earthly mists and vapours dense A ...
... graves forgotten stretch their dusty hands , And hold in mortmain still their old estates . The spirit - world around this world of sense Floats like an atmosphere , and everywhere Wafts through these earthly mists and vapours dense A ...
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... grave commanders , I forget in what campaign , Long besieged , in mud and rain , Some old frontier town of Flanders . Up and down the dreary camp , In great boots of Spanish leather , Striding with a measured tramp , These Hidalgos ...
... grave commanders , I forget in what campaign , Long besieged , in mud and rain , Some old frontier town of Flanders . Up and down the dreary camp , In great boots of Spanish leather , Striding with a measured tramp , These Hidalgos ...
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... graves , Close by the street of this fair seaport town , Silent beside the never - silent waves , At rest in all this moving up and down ! The trees are white with dust , that o'er their sleep Wave their broad curtains in the south ...
... graves , Close by the street of this fair seaport town , Silent beside the never - silent waves , At rest in all this moving up and down ! The trees are white with dust , that o'er their sleep Wave their broad curtains in the south ...
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... graves and their remem- brance green . How came they here ? What burst of Chris- tian hate , What persecution , merciless and blind , Even the raincest heart , TELLING Might beheld the vulture THE JEWISH CEMETERY AT NEWPORT . 39.
... graves and their remem- brance green . How came they here ? What burst of Chris- tian hate , What persecution , merciless and blind , Even the raincest heart , TELLING Might beheld the vulture THE JEWISH CEMETERY AT NEWPORT . 39.
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AMALFI angels Badoura Batyushka beautiful BELISARIUS beneath BIRDS OF PASSAGE boy's brain brave breast breath brooklet castle Catawba wine CHILDREN'S HOUR CINQUE PORTS cloth cloud crags dark dead Dean of Jaen death desert divine dreams Emperor's Enceladus eyes fair Fcap feet fiery fireside fleet gate gleams Gosudar graves haunted hear heart heaven Helgoland hills Inarimé Inchkenneth King King of Spain Kurroglou Kyrat land light living long thoughts look loud LUDGATE HILL mist mountain night o'er Oliver Basselin pain phantom poet poet's prayer Rain-in-the-Face realms Rhine river round Roushan sailed Sandalphon sang shadow shining ships shore silent singing Sir JOHN GILBERT song soul sound Spanish stream street sweet Tarragon thee thine thou thoughts of youth towers town unto valley vanish Vaud Verzenay Victor Galbraith VITTORIA COLONNA voice walls wander waves weary whisper White Czar wild wind wind's wings youth are long
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45 psl. - 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.
75 psl. - What the leaves are to the forest, With light and air for food, Ere their sweet and tender juices Have been hardened into wood, — That to the world are children ; Through them it feels the glow Of a brighter and sunnier climate Than reaches the trunks below. Come to me, O ye children ! And whisper in my ear What the birds and the winds are singing In your sunny atmosphere.
49 psl. - Strange to me now are the forms I meet When I visit the dear old town; But the native air is pure and sweet...
63 psl. - A Lady with a Lamp shall stand In the great history of the land, A noble type of good, Heroic womanhood. Nor even shall be wanting here The palm, the lily, and the spear, * The symbols that of yore Saint Filomena bore.
91 psl. - OUT of the bosom of the Air, Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken, Over the woodlands brown and bare, Over the harvest-fields forsaken, Silent, and soft, and slow Descends the snow. Even as our cloudy fancies take Suddenly shape in some divine expression, Even as the troubled heart doth make In the white countenance confession, The troubled sky reveals The grief it feels. This is the poem of the air, Slowly in silent syllables recorded ; This is the secret of despair, Long in its cloudy...
70 psl. - DAYBREAK A WIND came up out of the sea, And said, " O mists, make room for me." It hailed the ships, and cried, " Sail on, Ye mariners, the night is gone." And hurried landward far away, Crying, " Awake ! it is the day." It said unto the forest, " Shout ! Hang all your leafy banners out ! " It touched the wood-bird's folded wing, And said,
74 psl. - COME to me, O ye children ! For I hear you at your play, And the questions that perplexed me Have vanished quite away. Ye open the eastern windows, That look towards the sun, Where thoughts are singing swallows, And the brooks of morning run.
22 psl. - ALL houses wherein men have lived and died Are haunted houses. Through the open doors The harmless phantoms on their errands glide, With feet that make no sound upon the floors. We meet them at the doorway, on the stair, Along the passages they come and go, Impalpable impressions on the air, A sense of something moving to and fro.
61 psl. - WHENE'ER a noble deed is wrought, Whene'er is spoken a noble thought, Our hearts, in glad surprise, To higher levels rise. The tidal wave of deeper souls Into our inmost being rolls, And lifts us unawares Out of all meaner cares.
83 psl. - I have you fast in my fortress, And will not let you depart, But put you down into the dungeon In the round-tower of my heart. And there will I keep you forever, Yes, forever and a day, Till the walls shall crumble to ruin, And moulder in dust away...