The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowChatto & Windus, 1876 - 1001 pages |
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Acadian angel beautiful behold BELFRY OF BRUGES bell beneath birds blossom bosom breast breath bright brooklet Chispa clouds dark dead Death dost dream earth Edenhall Elsie Evangeline eyes face fair father fear flowers forest Friar Gipsy gleam golden Grand-Pré hand hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha holy JULIUS MOSEN Kenabeek land Lara laugh leaves light lips look loud Lucifer maiden meadow Mondamin moon morning night Nils Juel Nokomis o'er Padre pass prairies Pray prayer Prec Preciosa Prince Henry rain restless heart river rose round sail sang shadows shining silent singing sleep slumber soft song Song of Hiawatha sorrow soul sound spake stand stars stood strong sunshine sweet tears Tharaw thee thine thou art thou hast thought toil unto Vict village voice wampum wandered wave weary wigwam wild wind words youth
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Page 223 - Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer. 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 133 - Her cheeks like the dawn of day, And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds That ope in the month of May. The skipper he stood beside the helm. His pipe was in his mouth, And he watched how the veering flaw did blow The smoke now West, now South.
Page 265 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead ; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted ! Let us be patient ! These severe afflictions Not from the ground arise, But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise.
Page 233 - I breathed a song into the air, I i. 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, SONNETS.
Page iii - 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. Loud from its rocky caverns, the deep-voiced neighboring ocean Speaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest.
Page 266 - She is not dead, — the child of our affection, — But gone unto that school Where she no longer needs our poor protection, And Christ himself doth rule. In that great cloister's stillness and seclusion, By guardian angels led, Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution, She lives whom we call dead.
Page 134 - 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 233 - 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 171 - In happy homes he saw the light Of household fires gleam warm and bright; Above, the spectral glaciers shone, And from his lips escaped a groan, Excelsior! "Try not the Pass!
Page 578 - As unto the bow the cord is, So unto the man is woman, Though she bends him, she obeys him, Though she draws him, yet she follows, Useless each without the other...