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Poems of Henry W. Longfellow: Including Evangeline, the Song of Hiawatha and ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow,Henry Ketcham
Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2015
Poems of Henry W. Longfellow: Including Evangeline, the Song of Hiawatha ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2015
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Seite 296 - THE day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in its flight.
Seite 317 - ALL are architects of Fate, Working in these walls of Time ; Some with massive deeds and great, Some with ornaments of rhyme. Nothing useless is, or low ; Each thing in its place is best ; And what seems but idle show Strengthens and supports the rest.
Seite 36 - She was a Prince's child, I but a Viking wild, And though she blushed and smiled, I was discarded! Should not the dove so white Follow the sea-mew's flight ? Why did they leave that night Her nest unguarded ? "Scarce had I put to sea, Bearing the maid with me, — Fairest of all was she Among the Norsemen!
Seite 57 - Ye who believe in affection that hopes, and endures, and is patient, Ye who believe in the beauty and strength of woman's devotion, List to the mournful tradition still sung by the pines of the forest ; List to a Tale of Love in Acadie, home of the happy. PART THE FIRST I. IN the Acadian land, on the shores of the Basin of Minas, Distant, secluded, still, the little village of GrandPre Lay in the fruitful valley.
Seite 35 - SPEAK ! speak ! thou fearful guest ! Who, with thy hollow breast Still in rude armor drest, Comest to daunt me ! Wrapt not in Eastern balms, But with thy fleshless palms Stretched, as if asking alms. Why dost thou haunt me ? " Then, from those cavernous eyes Pale flashes seemed to rise, As when the Northern skies Gleam in December; And, like the water's flow Under December's snow, Came a dull voice of woe From the heart's chamber. " I was a Viking old ! My deeds, though manifold, No Skald in song...
Seite 288 - 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!
Seite 288 - The tumult of each sacked and burning village ; The shout that every prayer for mercy drowns ; The soldiers' revels in the midst of pillage ; The wail of famine in beleaguered towns ; The bursting shell, the gateway wrenched asunder, The rattling musketry, the clashing blade ; And ever and anon, in tones of thunder, The diapason of the cannonade.
Seite 225 - Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought!
Seite 4 - Ere the evening lamps are lighted, And, like phantoms grim and tall, Shadows from the fitful fire-light Dance upon the parlor wall ; Then the forms of the departed Enter at the open door ; The beloved, the true-hearted, Come to visit me once more...