Poems, Band 1Ticknor and Fields, 1850 |
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. O , not in cruelty , not in wrath , The Reaper came that day ; ' T was an angel visited the green earth , And took the flowers away . THE LIGHT OF STARS . THE night is come , 10 VOICES OF THE NIGHT .
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. O , not in cruelty , not in wrath , The Reaper came that day ; ' T was an angel visited the green earth , And took the flowers away . THE LIGHT OF STARS . THE night is come , 10 VOICES OF THE NIGHT .
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... strange delusion ! —that I did not greet Thy blest approach , and 0 , to Heares low bor , If my ingratitude's unkindly frost Has chilled the bleeding wounds spot by best . How oft my guardian angel gently cried , " Soul 91.
... strange delusion ! —that I did not greet Thy blest approach , and 0 , to Heares low bor , If my ingratitude's unkindly frost Has chilled the bleeding wounds spot by best . How oft my guardian angel gently cried , " Soul 91.
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. How oft my guardian angel gently cried , " Soul , from thy casement look , and thou shalt see How he persists to knock and wait for thee ! " And , O ! how often to that voice of sorrow , " To - morrow we will ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. How oft my guardian angel gently cried , " Soul , from thy casement look , and thou shalt see How he persists to knock and wait for thee ! " And , O ! how often to that voice of sorrow , " To - morrow we will ...
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... Angel of God ! fold up thy hands ! Henceforward shalt thou see such officers ! See , how he scorns all human arguments , So that no oar he wants , nor other sail Than his own wings , between so distant shores ! " See , how he holds them ...
... Angel of God ! fold up thy hands ! Henceforward shalt thou see such officers ! See , how he scorns all human arguments , So that no oar he wants , nor other sail Than his own wings , between so distant shores ! " See , how he holds them ...
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... where complaint is still ! And they no longer feel , Here , where all gladness flies ! And , by the cypresses Softly o'ershadowed , Until the Angel Calls them , they slumber ! THE BIRD AND THE SHIP . FROM THE GERMAN OF 124 TRANSLATIONS .
... where complaint is still ! And they no longer feel , Here , where all gladness flies ! And , by the cypresses Softly o'ershadowed , Until the Angel Calls them , they slumber ! THE BIRD AND THE SHIP . FROM THE GERMAN OF 124 TRANSLATIONS .
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Alcalá angel ANGELICA art thou BALTASAR BARTOLOMÉ beautiful behold Beltran Cruzado Beware birds blessed breast breath bright brooklet cachucha Calés child CHISPA clouds Count of Lara dance dark dead Death DON CARLOS Don Dinero Dost thou doth dream earth Enter Exeunt eyes fair fall father fear flowers FRANCISCO gentle Gipsy girl gleams gold golden grave hand hear heart heaven holy HYPOLITO Jorge Manrique land leaves Life's light lips look Luck of Edenhall Madrid maiden MARTINA midnight moon night Nils Juel o'er PADRE CURA PEDRO CRESPO Pentecost poem Pray prayer PRECIOSA red planet Mars ring rise Saint SCENE shadows silent silver sing sleep smile soft song soul sound Spain speak star stood sweet tears tell thee thine thou art thou hast thou shalt Timoneda unto VICTORIAN village voice wait wave weary wild wind woods
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Seite 7 - 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,
Seite 185 - 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.
Seite 271 - THE shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior ! His brow was sad ; his eye beneath, Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior!
Seite 10 - I have naught that is fair ?" saith he ; "Have naught but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me I will give them all back again." He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves.
Seite 143 - INTO the Silent Land ! Ah ! who shall lead us thither ? Clouds in the evening sky more darkly gather, And shattered wrecks lie thicker on the strand. Who leads us with a gentle hand Thither, O thither, Into the Silent Land...
Seite 187 - ... seaman's coat Against the stinging blast ; He cut a rope from a broken spar, And bound her to the mast. "O father! I hear the church-bells ring, Oh say, what may it be?
Seite 247 - No one is so accursed by fate, No one so utterly desolate, But some heart, though unknown,. Responds unto his own.
Seite 181 - Beating to sea again, Through the wild hurricane Bore I the maiden. " Three weeks we westward bore. And when the storm was o'er, Cloud-like we saw the shore Stretching to leeward; There for my lady's bower Built I the lofty tower, Which to this very hour Stands looking seaward.
Seite 180 - When the wind failed us ; And with a sudden flaw Came round the gusty Skaw, So that our foe we saw Laugh as he hailed us. " And as to catch the gale Round veered the flapping sail, Death ! was the helmsman's hail, Death without quarter...
Seite 132 - I KNOW a maiden fair to see, Take care ! She can both false and friendly be, Beware ! Beware ! Trust her not, She is fooling thee ! She has two eyes, so soft and brown, Take care ! She gives a side-glance and looks down, Beware ! Beware ! Trust her not, She is fooling thee...