Poems of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowHoughton, Mifflin, 1880 - 417 psl. |
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... hear the solemn hymn that Death Has lifted up for all , that he shall go To his long resting - place without a tear . WOODS IN WINTER . WHEN winter winds are piercing chill , And through the hawthorn blows the gale , With solemn feet I ...
... hear the solemn hymn that Death Has lifted up for all , that he shall go To his long resting - place without a tear . WOODS IN WINTER . WHEN winter winds are piercing chill , And through the hawthorn blows the gale , With solemn feet I ...
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... hear it in the opening year , I listen , and it cheers me long . HYMN OF THE MORAVIAN NUNS OF BETHLEHEM . AT THE CONSECRATION OF PULASKI'S BANNER . WHEN the dying flame of day Through the chancel shot its ray , Far the glimmering tapers ...
... hear it in the opening year , I listen , and it cheers me long . HYMN OF THE MORAVIAN NUNS OF BETHLEHEM . AT THE CONSECRATION OF PULASKI'S BANNER . WHEN the dying flame of day Through the chancel shot its ray , Far the glimmering tapers ...
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... hear , from those lofty cham- |. Loathsome is that earth - house , And grim within to dwell . There thou shalt dwell , And worms shall divide thee . Thus thou art laid , And leavest thy friends Thou hast no friend , Who will come to thee ...
... hear , from those lofty cham- |. Loathsome is that earth - house , And grim within to dwell . There thou shalt dwell , And worms shall divide thee . Thus thou art laid , And leavest thy friends Thou hast no friend , Who will come to thee ...
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... hear the sound of my voice . " Who neither may rest , nor listen may , God bless them every one ! I dart away , in the bright blue day , And the golden fields of the sun . " Thus do I sing my weary song , Wherever the four winds blow ...
... hear the sound of my voice . " Who neither may rest , nor listen may , God bless them every one ! I dart away , in the bright blue day , And the golden fields of the sun . " Thus do I sing my weary song , Wherever the four winds blow ...
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... hear the church - bells ring , O say , what may it be ? " IT was the schooner Hesperus , That sailed the wintry sea ; And the skipper had taken his little daughter , To bear him company . Blue were her eyes as the fairy - flax , Her ...
... hear the church - bells ring , O say , what may it be ? " IT was the schooner Hesperus , That sailed the wintry sea ; And the skipper had taken his little daughter , To bear him company . Blue were her eyes as the fairy - flax , Her ...
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Acadian Angel answered arrows beautiful behold beneath birds Bons amis breath brooklet Charlemagne Chibiabos cloud cried Dacotahs dark dead death door dreams earth Eginhard EPIMETHEUS eyes face fair father feet fire flowers forest gazed gleam golden guests hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven HEPHÆSTUS Hiawatha John Alden Kenabeek King Olaf Kwasind land Laughing Water leaves light listen look loud maiden meadow mighty Miles Standish Minnehaha mist Mondamin moon morning mountains Mudjekeewis night o'er old Nokomis Osseo PANDORA passed Pau-Puk-Keewis Prec river rose round rushing sails sang shadow shining ships Sigrid the Haughty silent singing sleep smile snow song Song of Hiawatha sorrow soul sound spake stars stood sunshine sweet tale Tharaw thee thou art thought unto Vict village voice wait walls wampum wander Wenonah whispered wigwam wild wind words youth
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xviii psl. - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day. Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral...
77 psl. - 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 or forts: The warrior's name would be a name abhorred!
38 psl. - EXCELSIOR. THE shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior ! His brow was sad ; his eye beneath, Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior...
87 psl. - And tonight I long for rest. Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start; Who through long days of labor, And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies. 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...
36 psl. - Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought.
236 psl. - Blowing over the meadows brown. And one was safe and asleep in his bed Who at the bridge would be first to fall, Who that day would be lying dead, Pierced by a British musket-ball. You know the rest. In the books you have read, How the British Regulars fired and fled, — How the farmers gave them ball for ball, From behind each fence and farm-yard wall, Chasing the red-coats down the lane, Then crossing the fields to emerge again Under the trees at the turn of the road, And only pausing to fire...
126 psl. - UNION, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, Is hanging breathless on thy fate! We know what Master laid thy keel, What Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel, Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope!
212 psl. - The heights by great men reached and kept Were not. attained by sudden flight, But they, while their companions slept, Were toiling upward in the night.
xxiii psl. - The Reaper and the Flowers There is a Reaper whose name is Death, And, with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between. "Shall I have nought that is fair?" saith he; "Have nought but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again.
38 psl. - Try not the Pass !" the old man said ; " Dark lowers the tempest overhead, The roaring torrent is deep and wide !" And loud that clarion voice replied Excelsior ! " 0 stay," the maiden said, "and rest Thy weary head upon this breast...