The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowG. Routledge & Company, 1855 - 432 pages |
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... hears in the woodland the voice of the huntsman ? Where is the thatch - roofed village , the home of Acadian farmers , - Men whose lives glided on like rivers that water the wood- lands , Darkened by shadows of earth , but reflecting an ...
... hears in the woodland the voice of the huntsman ? Where is the thatch - roofed village , the home of Acadian farmers , - Men whose lives glided on like rivers that water the wood- lands , Darkened by shadows of earth , but reflecting an ...
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... hear the sound of her footsteps , Knew not which beat the louder , his heart or the knocker of iron ; Or at the joyous feast of the Patron Saint of the village , Bolder grew , and pressed her hand in the dance as he whispered Hurried ...
... hear the sound of her footsteps , Knew not which beat the louder , his heart or the knocker of iron ; Or at the joyous feast of the Patron Saint of the village , Bolder grew , and pressed her hand in the dance as he whispered Hurried ...
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... hear its continuous murmur ; Happy , at length , if he find a spot where it reaches an outlet . II . It was the month of May . Far down the beautiful River , Past the Ohio shore , and past the mouth of the Wabash , Into the golden ...
... hear its continuous murmur ; Happy , at length , if he find a spot where it reaches an outlet . II . It was the month of May . Far down the beautiful River , Past the Ohio shore , and past the mouth of the Wabash , Into the golden ...
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... daughters . Much they marvelled to see the wealth of the ci - devant blacksmith , All his domains and his herds , and his patriarchal de- meanour ; Much they marvelled to hear his tales of the soil E 2 EVANGELINE . 51.
... daughters . Much they marvelled to see the wealth of the ci - devant blacksmith , All his domains and his herds , and his patriarchal de- meanour ; Much they marvelled to hear his tales of the soil E 2 EVANGELINE . 51.
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Much they marvelled to hear his tales of the soil and the climate , And of the prairies , whose numberless herds were his who would take them ; Each one thought in his heart , that he too would go and do ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Much they marvelled to hear his tales of the soil and the climate , And of the prairies , whose numberless herds were his who would take them ; Each one thought in his heart , that he too would go and do ...
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Acadian angel arms art thou BALTASAR BARTOLOMÉ Basil beautiful behold blessed blossom bosom breath bride bright brooklet cachucha CHISPA clouds Count of Lara CRUZADO dance dark dead death descended DON CARLOS Don Dinero Dost thou dream earth Edenhall Enter Evangeline eyes face fair father fear flowers forest Gabriel Gipsy gleamed golden Grand-Pré grave hand hear heard heart heaven holy HYPOLITO JORGE MANRIQUE ladder of Jacob land leaves light lips look loud maiden meadows midnight moon morning night o'er PADRE CURA passed PEDRO CRESPO Pray prayer PRECIOSA priest red planet Mars river rose Saint sang SCENE shadow shalt shining silent singing sleep slumber smile soft song sorrow soul sound spake speak spirit stars stood sweet tears Tharaw thee thine thou art thought Timoneda unto VICTORIAN village voice wait wander wave weary whispered wild wind words
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Page 306 - Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares that infest the day Shall fold their tents like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
Page 1 - THIS is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight, Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic, Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms.
Page 346 - 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!
Page 78 - 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.
Page 98 - Last night the moon had a golden ring, And to-night no moon we see!" The skipper he blew a whiff from his pipe, And a scornful laugh laughed he.
Page 339 - Bear through sorrow, wrong, and ruth, In thy heart the dew of youth, On thy lips, the smile of truth. Oh, that dew, like balm, shall steal Into wounds, that cannot heal, Even as sleep our eyes doth seal ; And that smile, like sunshine, dart Into many a sunless heart, For a smile of God thou art.
Page 402 - Not as a child shall we again behold her ; For when with raptures wild In our embraces we again enfold her, She will not be a child. But a fair maiden in her Father's mansion, Clothed with celestial grace ; And beautiful, with all the soul's expansion, Shall we behold her face.
Page 88 - And, with a sorrowful, deep sound, Flows the River of Life between. No other voice, nor sound is there, In the army of the grave ; No other challenge breaks the air, But the rushing of Life's wave. And, when the solemn and deep church-bell Entreats the soul to pray, The midnight phantoms feel the spell, The shadows sweep away. Down the broad Vale of Tears afar The spectral camp is fled ; Faith shineth as a morning star, Our ghastly fears are dead.
Page 315 - All are scattered now and fled, Some are married, some are dead; And when I ask, with throbs of pain, "Ah ! when shall they all meet again?
Page 315 - 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, 1 knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong.