Birds of passage. Flower-de-luce. A book of sonnets. The masque of Pandora and other poems. Kéramos. Ultima Thule and In the harborRiverside Press, 1886 |
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... mysterious , Through the dreary darkness chanted ; Thoughts in attitudes imperious , Voices soft , and deep , and serious , Words that whispered , songs that haunted ! All the soul in rapt suspension , All the quivering , palpitating ...
... mysterious , Through the dreary darkness chanted ; Thoughts in attitudes imperious , Voices soft , and deep , and serious , Words that whispered , songs that haunted ! All the soul in rapt suspension , All the quivering , palpitating ...
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... mysterious Exodus of Death . And these sepulchral stones , so old and brown , That pave with level flags their burial - place , Seem like the tablets of the Law , thrown down And broken by Moses at the mountain's base . The very names ...
... mysterious Exodus of Death . And these sepulchral stones , so old and brown , That pave with level flags their burial - place , Seem like the tablets of the Law , thrown down And broken by Moses at the mountain's base . The very names ...
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... mysterious footsteps , There are whispers along the walls ! And mine at times is haunted By phantoms of the Past , As motionless as shadows By the silent moonlight cast . A form sits by the window , That is not seen by day , For as soon ...
... mysterious footsteps , There are whispers along the walls ! And mine at times is haunted By phantoms of the Past , As motionless as shadows By the silent moonlight cast . A form sits by the window , That is not seen by day , For as soon ...
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... mysterious far and near , Sound of the wind and sound of the sea , Are calling and whispering in his ear , " Simon Danz ! Why stayest thou here ? Come forth and follow me ! " So he thinks he shall take to the sea again For one more ...
... mysterious far and near , Sound of the wind and sound of the sea , Are calling and whispering in his ear , " Simon Danz ! Why stayest thou here ? Come forth and follow me ! " So he thinks he shall take to the sea again For one more ...
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... hear the crowing of the cocks , And through the opening door that time unlocks Feel the fresh breathing of To - morrow creep . To - morrow ! the mysterious , unknown guest , Who cries to me : " Remember Barmecide , And.
... hear the crowing of the cocks , And through the opening door that time unlocks Feel the fresh breathing of To - morrow creep . To - morrow ! the mysterious , unknown guest , Who cries to me : " Remember Barmecide , And.
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Birds of passage. Flower-de-luce. A book of sonnets. The masque of Pandora ... Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Visos knygos peržiūra - 1886 |
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Agassiz angels beautiful BELISARIUS Bells of Lynn beneath BIRDS OF PASSAGE Bons amis breast breath CHILDREN'S CRUSADE cloud crown dark dead death delight DIVINA COMMEDIA divine dreams earth ENCELADUS EPIMETHEUS eyes fair feet fire flame fleet flowers friends gate gleams Gods golden Golden Legend hand hast hath haunted hear heart HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW HEPHÆSTUS HERMES HERMES TRISMEGISTUS Hexameter Inchkenneth JUGURTHA KÉRAMOS King land lift light Longfellow look loud MASQUE OF PANDORA mist MORITURI mountain murmur mysterious night o'er pain phantom poem poet POET'S prayer PROMETHEUS Putnam's Magazine realms river round sail San Blas Sandalphon seems shadows shining ships shore silent singing sleep snow song soul sound splendor stream street sunshine sweet thee thine thou thoughts of youth tide tower town vanished verse Victor Galbraith VITTORIA COLONNA voice walls WAPENTAKE wind wings wonderful words youth are long
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44 psl. - 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, ю Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra, And Edith with golden hair.
32 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.
41 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.
23 psl. - 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.
45 psl. - A whisper, and then a silence: Yet I know by their merry eyes They are plotting and planning together To take me by surprise. A sudden rush from the stairway, A sudden raid from the hall! By three doors left unguarded They enter my castle wall ! They climb up into my turret O'er the arms and back of my chair; If I try to escape, they surround me; They seem to be everywhere.
63 psl. - Were a star quenched on high, For ages would its light, Still travelling downward from the sky, Shine on our mortal sight. So when a great man dies, For years beyond our ken, The light he leaves behind him lies Upon the paths of men.
11 psl. - We have not wings, we cannot soar: But we have feet to scale and climb, By slow degrees, by more and more, The cloudy summits of our time.
16 psl. - But ah ! what once has been shall be no more ! The groaning earth in travail and in pain Brings forth its races, but does not restore, And the dead nations never rise again.
40 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.
15 psl. - We have no title-deeds to house or lands ; Owners and occupants of earlier dates From graves forgotten stretch their dusty hands, And hold in mortmain still their old estates.