The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: Reprinted from the Revised American Edition, Including Recent Poems, with Explanatory Notes, Portrait and IllustrationsFrederick Warne, 1877 - 584 páginas |
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... sweet to visit the still wood , where springs The first flower of the plain . I love the season well , When forest glades are teeming with bright forms , Nor dark and many - folded clouds foretell The coming - on of storms . From the ...
... sweet to visit the still wood , where springs The first flower of the plain . I love the season well , When forest glades are teeming with bright forms , Nor dark and many - folded clouds foretell The coming - on of storms . From the ...
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... Sweet April ! -many a thought Is wedded unto thee , as hearts are wed ; Nor shall they fail , till , to its autumn brought , Life's golden fruit is shed . AUTUMN . WITH what a glory comes and goes the year ! The buds of spring , those ...
... Sweet April ! -many a thought Is wedded unto thee , as hearts are wed ; Nor shall they fail , till , to its autumn brought , Life's golden fruit is shed . AUTUMN . WITH what a glory comes and goes the year ! The buds of spring , those ...
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... sweet look that Nature wears . 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 shed Faint light on the cowled ...
... sweet look that Nature wears . 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 shed Faint light on the cowled ...
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... sweet and wild ! And distant voices seemed to say , " It cannot be ! They pass away ! Other themes demand thy lay ; Thou art no more a child ! " The land of Song within thee lies , Watered by living springs ; The lids of Fancy's ...
... sweet and wild ! And distant voices seemed to say , " It cannot be ! They pass away ! Other themes demand thy lay ; Thou art no more a child ! " The land of Song within thee lies , Watered by living springs ; The lids of Fancy's ...
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... sweet to me , I will give them all back again . " 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 . The flowers she most did love ; She knew she ...
... sweet to me , I will give them all back again . " 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 . The flowers she most did love ; She knew she ...
Términos y frases comunes
Acadian Angel answered arrows Balt beautiful behold bell beneath birds breath bright brooklet Carlos Chibiabos clouds cried Dacotahs dance dark dead death door dreams earth Elsie Evangeline eyes face father fear feet Filled fire flowers forest Friar Gipsy Gitche Gumee gleam golden Grand-Pré grave hand hast hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha holy John Alden Kenabeek King Kwasind land Lara Laughing Water leaves light listen look loud Lucifer maiden maize meadow Miles Standish Minnehaha Mondamin Monk moon morning night o'er old Nokomis Osseo Padre passed Pau-Puk-Keewis Pray prayer Preciosa Prince Henry river rose round rushing sail sang shadows shining silent singing sleep smile song Song of Hiawatha sorrow soul sound spake stars stood sunshine sweet thee thou art thought unto Vict village voice walls wampum wandered whispered wigwam wild wind words youth
Pasajes populares
Página 47 - 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.
Página 47 - I SHOT an arrow into the air, It fell to earth I knew not where ; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong, That it can follow the flight of song ! Long, long afterward, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroke ; And the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend.
Página 332 - 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, Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra, And Edith with golden hair.
Página 366 - So through the night rode Paul Revere; And so through the night went his cry of alarm To every Middlesex village and farm, — A cry of defiance and not of fear, A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door, And a word that shall echo forevermore!
Página 261 - Then the little Hiawatha Learned of every bird its language, Learned their names and all their secrets, How they built their nests in Summer, Where they hid themselves in Winter, Talked with them whene'er he met them, Called them "Hiawatha's Chickens." Of all beasts he learned the language, Learned their names and all their secrets, How the beavers built their lodges, Where the squirrels hid their acorns, How the reindeer ran so swiftly, Why the rabbit was so timid, Talked with them whene'er he met...
Página 366 - It was two by the village clock When he came to the bridge in Concord town. He heard the bleating of the flock, And the twitter of birds among the trees. And felt the breath of the morning breeze Blowing over the meadows brown.
Página 147 - Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State! Sail on, O 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!
Página 40 - 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 ! "O stay," the maiden said, "and rest Thy weary head upon this breast...
Página 363 - Listen, my children, and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five; Hardly a man is now alive Who remembers that famous day and year. He said to his friend, "If the British march By land or sea from the town tonight, Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch Of the North Church tower as a signal light,— One, if by land, and two, if by sea; And I on the opposite shore will be, Ready to ride and spread the alarm Through every Middlesex village and...
Página 52 - How strange the sculptures that adorn these towers! This crowd of statues, in whose folded sleeves Birds build their nests; while canopied with leaves Parvis and portal bloom like trellised bowers, And the vast minster seems a cross of flowers! But fiends and dragons on the gargoyled eaves Watch the dead Christ between the living thieves, And, underneath, the traitor Judas lowers! Ah! from what agonies of heart and brain...