A Longfellow CalendarThomas Y. Crowell, 1906 - 136 Seiten |
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A Longfellow Calendar (1906) Henry Wadsworth Longfellow,Anna Harris Smith Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2009 |
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
angel APRIL Arsenal at Springfield AUGUST Autumn Earlier Poems beautiful beneath Birds of Killingworth Blessed bluebird breath bright Children Christmas Carol clouds Coplas de Manrique Courtship of Miles dark dead Death deed earth EIGHTEENTH ELEVENTH Evangeline evermore eyes FEBRUARY feet FIFTEENTH flowers forever Gleam Goblet Golden Legend DECEMBER Golden Legend JULY Golden Legend MARCH hand Haunted Houses hear heaven holy JANUARY JUNE Ladder of St leaves life's light lips Lord Lord's Supper Mayflower Miles Standish SEPTEMBER morning night NINETEENTH NINTH NOVEMBER o'er passion Plymouth Poetic Aphorisms prayer Psalm rain Sandalphon Sang shadows shalt Silent Land singing smile Song of Hiawatha sorrow soul Spanish Student star strong sunshine sweet Tharaw thee things THIRTEENTH thou art thoughts thy heart toil TWELFTH TWENTY-EIGHTH TWENTY-FIRST TWENTY-FOURTH TWENTY-SEVENTH TWENTY-SIXTH TWENTY-THIRD unseen unto voice Wayside Wayside Inn weary whispered wild wind Woods in Winter YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY
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Seite 27 - 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.
Seite 81 - Ye whose hearts are fresh and simple, Who have faith in God and Nature, Who believe that in all ages Every human heart is human, That in even savage bosoms There are longings, yearnings, strivings For the good they comprehend not, That the feeble hands and helpless, Groping blindly in the darkness, Touch God's right hand in that darkness And are lifted up and strengthened;— Listen to this simple story, To this Song of Hiawatha!
Seite 81 - THE DAY IS DONE. 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.
Seite 66 - 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
Seite 17 - And thou, too, whosoe'er thou art, That readest this brief psalm, As one by one thy hopes depart, Be resolute and calm. O fear not in a world like this, And thou shalt know ere long, Know how sublime a thing it is To suffer and be strong.
Seite 69 - In the elder days of Art, Builders wrought with greatest care Each minute and unseen part; For the gods see everywhere. Let us do our work as well, Both the unseen and the seen; Make the house where gods may dwell Beautiful, entire, and clean.
Seite 5 - He had become to her heart as one who is dead, and not absent ; Patience, and abnegation of self, and devotion to others, This was the lesson a life of trial and sorrow had taught her. So was her love diffused, but, like to some odorous spices, Suffered no waste nor loss, though filling the air with aroma. Other hope had she none, nor wish in life, but to follow Meekly, with reverent steps, the sacred feet of her Saviour.
Seite 104 - 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.
Seite 26 - Ah ! if our souls but poise and swing Like the compass in its brazen ring, Ever level and ever true To the toil and the task we have to do, We shall sail securely, and safely reach The Fortunate Isles, on whose shining beach The sights we see and the sounds we hear Will be those of joy, and not of fear.
Seite 59 - All was ended now, the hope, and the fear, and the sorrow, All the aching of heart, the restless, unsatisfied longing, All the dull, deep pain, and constant anguish of patience ! And, as she pressed once more the lifeless head to her bosom, Meekly she bowed her own, and murmured,