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The Complete Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Полный просмотр - 1914
Acadian Angel answered arrows beautiful behold bell beneath birds breath bright brooklet Chispa clouds cried dance dark dead death Don Carlos dream earth Edenhall Elsie Evangeline eyes face fair father fear flowers forest Friar gazed Gipsy gleam golden grave hand hast hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha holy Kenabeek King land Lara Laughing Laughing Water leaves light lips listen look loud Lucifer maiden meadow Miles Standish Mondamin moon morning Mudjekeewis night Nokomis o'er Olaf Osseo Padre passed Pau-Puk-Keewis Pray prayer Prec Preciosa Prince Henry river rose round sail sang shadows shining Sigrid the Haughty silent singing sleep smile soft song Song of Hiawatha sorrow soul sound spake star stood sunshine sweet Tharaw thee thine thou art thought unto Vict village voice wall wampum wave Wenonah whispered wigwam wild wind words youth
Стр. 267 - 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 A tear out of his eyes.
Стр. 288 - Wanders and watches with eager ears, Till in the silence around him he hears The muster of men at the barrack door, The sound of arms, and the tramp of feet, And the measured tread of the grenadiers, Marching down to their boats on the shore.
Стр. 257 - 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.
Стр. 267 - Are strong as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Стр. 268 - Past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast And the days are dark and dreary. Be still, sad heart ! and cease repining ; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining ; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.
Стр. 129 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended But has one vacant chair...
Стр. vii - 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 marches to the grave.
Стр. 94 - Speaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest. " This is the forest primeval; but where are the hearts that beneath it Leaped like the roe, when he hears in the woodland the voice of the huntsman?
Стр. 89 - 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.