Poems, Volym 1Ticknor, Reed, and Fields, 1853 |
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... vale . O'er the bare upland , and away Through the long reach of desert woods , The embracing sunbeams chastely play , And gladden these deep solitudes . Where , twisted round the barren oak , The summer 39 WOODS IN WINTER.
... vale . O'er the bare upland , and away Through the long reach of desert woods , The embracing sunbeams chastely play , And gladden these deep solitudes . Where , twisted round the barren oak , The summer 39 WOODS IN WINTER.
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Where , twisted round the barren oak , The summer vine in beauty clung , And summer winds the stillness broke , The crystal icicle is hung . Where , from their frozen urns , mute springs Pour out the river's ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Where , twisted round the barren oak , The summer vine in beauty clung , And summer winds the stillness broke , The crystal icicle is hung . Where , from their frozen urns , mute springs Pour out the river's ...
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. " Take thy banner ! But , when night Closes round the ghastly fight , If the vanquished warrior bow , Spare him ! - By our holy vow , By our prayers and many tears , By the mercy that endears , Spare him ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. " Take thy banner ! But , when night Closes round the ghastly fight , If the vanquished warrior bow , Spare him ! - By our holy vow , By our prayers and many tears , By the mercy that endears , Spare him ...
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... round the wooded height , And , in their fading - glory , shone Like hosts in battle overthrown , As many a pinnacle , with shifting glance , Through the gray mist thrust up its shattered lance , And rocking on the cliff was left The ...
... round the wooded height , And , in their fading - glory , shone Like hosts in battle overthrown , As many a pinnacle , with shifting glance , Through the gray mist thrust up its shattered lance , And rocking on the cliff was left The ...
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... a joy To have it round us , and her silver voice Is the rich music of a summer bird , Heard in the still night , with its passionate ca- dence . BURIAL OF THE MINNISINK . ON sunny slope and beechen THE SPIRIT OF POETRY . 51.
... a joy To have it round us , and her silver voice Is the rich music of a summer bird , Heard in the still night , with its passionate ca- dence . BURIAL OF THE MINNISINK . ON sunny slope and beechen THE SPIRIT OF POETRY . 51.
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Alcalá angel ANGELICA art thou BALTASAR BARTOLOMÉ beautiful behold Beltran Cruzado Beware birds blessed breast breath bright brooklet cachucha Calés child CHISPA clouds Count of Lara dance dark dead Death DON CARLOS Don Dinero Dost thou doth dream earth Enter Exeunt eyes fair fall father fear flowers FRANCISCO gentle Gipsy girl gleams gold golden grave hand hear heart heaven holy HYPOLITO Jorge Manrique land leaves Life's light lips look LOPE DE VEGA Luck of Edenhall maiden MARTINA midnight moon night Nils Juel o'er PADRE CURA PEDRO CRESPO Pentecost poem Pray prayer PRECIOSA red planet Mars ring rise Saint SCENE shadows silent silver sing sleep smile soft song soul sound speak star stood sweet tears tell thee thine thou art thou hast thou shalt Timoneda unto VICTORIAN village voice wait wave weary wild wind
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Sida 251 - ... wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary. My life is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary ; My thoughts still cling to the mouldering 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.
Sida 241 - 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.
Sida 16 - And with them the Being Beauteous Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. And she sits and gazes at me With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies.
Sida 27 - Through woods and mountain passes The winds, like anthems, roll ; They are chanting solemn masses, Singing ; " Pray for this poor soul, Pray, — pray ! " And the hooded clouds, like friars, Tell their beads in drops of rain...
Sida 186 - And ever the fitful gusts between A sound came from the land ; It was the sound of the trampling surf On the rocks and the hard sea-sand. The breakers were right beneath her bows, She drifted a dreary wreck, And a whooping billow swept the crew Like icicles from her deck.
Sida 271 - and rest Thy weary head upon this breast!" A tear stood in his bright blue eye, But still he answered, with a sigh, Excelsior! "Beware the pine-tree's withered branch! Beware the awful avalanche!
Sida 9 - He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ! It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves. " My Lord has need of these flowerets gay," The Reaper said, and smiled ; " Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where He was once a child.
Sida 175 - I wooed the blue-eyed maid, Yielding, yet half afraid, And in the forest's shade Our vows were plighted. Under its loosened vest Fluttered her little breast, Like birds within their nest By the hawk frighted.
Sida 251 - THE day is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary ; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary.
Sida 245 - No one is so accursed by fate, No one so utterly desolate, But some heart, though unknown, Responds unto his own. Responds, — as if with unseen wings An angel touched its quivering strings ; And whispers, in its song, " Where hast thou stayed so long ?