Henry W. Longfellow: Biography, Anecdote, Letters, CriticismD. Lothrop, 1882 - 368 psl. |
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... autograph of Longfellow , almost precisely the same at twenty - four as at seventy - four . " The spring and summer subsequent to the death of his wife were spent in Switzerland and the Tyrol ; he having previously travelled in Denmark ...
... autograph of Longfellow , almost precisely the same at twenty - four as at seventy - four . " The spring and summer subsequent to the death of his wife were spent in Switzerland and the Tyrol ; he having previously travelled in Denmark ...
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... autograph there . When a gentleman present made some pleasant remark to him about his speech , he said , " My best speech to the Cam- bridge children is my poem on the arm - chair . " LOVE OF CHILDREN . This seems a fit place to give a ...
... autograph there . When a gentleman present made some pleasant remark to him about his speech , he said , " My best speech to the Cam- bridge children is my poem on the arm - chair . " LOVE OF CHILDREN . This seems a fit place to give a ...
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... letter , received every caller , wrote his name in every album , gave his autograph to boys and girls without number , won the love and praise of school- children throughout the land , and was so large and 140 HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW .
... letter , received every caller , wrote his name in every album , gave his autograph to boys and girls without number , won the love and praise of school- children throughout the land , and was so large and 140 HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW .
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... autograph in my new album . Mother just gave it to me , and she thought I might ask you . ' " What is your name ? ' asked the poet . " The boy looked up shyly . I am named for you , ' he said simply ; and my father works in the college ...
... autograph in my new album . Mother just gave it to me , and she thought I might ask you . ' " What is your name ? ' asked the poet . " The boy looked up shyly . I am named for you , ' he said simply ; and my father works in the college ...
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... autographs beyond price . " A neighbor of Mr. Longfellow writes to The New York Independent as follows : - : " The poet was never more attractive than in these unexpected interviews with absolute strangers . He received them with gentle ...
... autographs beyond price . " A neighbor of Mr. Longfellow writes to The New York Independent as follows : - : " The poet was never more attractive than in these unexpected interviews with absolute strangers . He received them with gentle ...
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129 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...
139 psl. - And thou, too, whosoe'er thou art, That readest this brief psalm, As one by one thy hopes depart Be resolute and calm. O fear not in a world like this, And thou shalt know ere long, Know how sublime a thing it is To suffer and be strong.
135 psl. - ... lives. Not as a child shall we again behold her; For when with raptures wild In our embraces we again enfold her, She will not be a child; But a fair maiden, in her Father's mansion, Clothed with celestial grace ; And beautiful with all the soul's expansion Shall we behold her face. And though at times impetuous with emotion And anguish long suppressed, The swelling heart heaves moaning like the ocean, That cannot be at rest, — We will be patient, and assuage the feeling We may not wholly stay...
96 psl. - OFT have I seen at some cathedral door A laborer, pausing in the dust and heat, Lay down his burden, and with reverent feet Enter, and cross himself, and on the floor Kneel to repeat his paternoster o'er ; Far off the noises of the world retreat ; The loud vociferations of the street Become an tmdistinjruishable roar.
71 psl. - By day its voice is low and light ; But in the silent dead of night, Distinct as a passing footstep's fall, It echoes along the vacant hall, Along the ceiling, along the floor, And seems to say at each chamber-door, " Forever — never ! Never — forever!
120 psl. - And children coming home from school Look in at the open door; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor.
22 psl. - 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.
59 psl. - Look not mournfully into the Past. It comes not back again. Wisely improve the Present. It is thine. Go forth to meet the shadowy Future, without fear, and with a manly heart.
144 psl. - Not from the grand old masters, Not from the bards sublime, Whose distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of time.
144 psl. - Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares, that infest the day, Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.