The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: Reprinted from the Revised American Edition, Including Recent Poems, with Explanatory Notes, Portrait and Illustrations |
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Inverted in the tide , Stand the gray rocks , and trembling shadows throw ; And the
fair trees look over , side by side , And see themselves below . Sweet April ! -
many a thought Is wedded unto thee , as hearts are wed ; Nor shall they fail , till ,
to ...
Inverted in the tide , Stand the gray rocks , and trembling shadows throw ; And the
fair trees look over , side by side , And see themselves below . Sweet April ! -
many a thought Is wedded unto thee , as hearts are wed ; Nor shall they fail , till ,
to ...
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WHEN Winter winds are piercing chill , Shrilly the skater ' s iron rings , And
through the hawthorn blows the And voices fill the woodland side . gale , With
solemn feet I tread the hill Alas ! how changed from the fair scene , That
overbrows the ...
WHEN Winter winds are piercing chill , Shrilly the skater ' s iron rings , And
through the hawthorn blows the And voices fill the woodland side . gale , With
solemn feet I tread the hill Alas ! how changed from the fair scene , That
overbrows the ...
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He , the young and strong , who cherished Uttered not , yet comprehended ,
Noble longings for the strife , Is the spirit ' s voiceless prayer , By the road - side
fell and perished , Soft rebukes , in blessings ended , Weary with the march of life
!
He , the young and strong , who cherished Uttered not , yet comprehended ,
Noble longings for the strife , Is the spirit ' s voiceless prayer , By the road - side
fell and perished , Soft rebukes , in blessings ended , Weary with the march of life
!
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... She drifted a dreary wreck , And a whooping billow swept the crew Like icicles
from her deck She struck where the white and fleecy waves Looked soft as
carded wool , But the cruel rocks , they gored her side Like the horns of an angry
bull .
... She drifted a dreary wreck , And a whooping billow swept the crew Like icicles
from her deck She struck where the white and fleecy waves Looked soft as
carded wool , But the cruel rocks , they gored her side Like the horns of an angry
bull .
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Closer , closer to thy side . Oft in sadness and in illness , Friends my soul with joy
remembers ! I have watched thy current glide , How like quivering flames they
start , Till the beauty of its stillness When I fan the living embers Overflowed me ...
Closer , closer to thy side . Oft in sadness and in illness , Friends my soul with joy
remembers ! I have watched thy current glide , How like quivering flames they
start , Till the beauty of its stillness When I fan the living embers Overflowed me ...
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Angel answered arms bear beautiful bell beneath birds breath bright called close clouds comes dark dead death deep door dreams earth Enter eyes face fair fall father fear feel feet fell fire flowers follow forest Friar give gleam golden grave hand head hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha holy King land Laughing leaves light listen living look loud maiden moon morning never night o'er once passed play Pray prayer Prince Henry rest rise river rose round rushing sail sang seemed shadow shining side silent singing sleep song soul sound speak spirit stand stars stood strong sweet tell thee things thou thought Till town turned unto Vict village voice wait walk walls wandered waves wild wind window youth
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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...
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| Título | The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: Reprinted from the Revised American Edition, Including Recent Poems, with Explanatory Notes, Portrait and Illustrations Chandos poets |
| Autor | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
| Editor | Frederick Warne, 1877 |
| Procedencia del original | Universidad de Oxford |
| Digitalizado | 13 Ago. 2007 |
| Largo | 584 páginas |
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