Poems, Band 1Ticknor and Fields, 1850 |
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... teachings . He shall so hear the solemn hymn , that Death Has lifted up for all , that he shall go To his long resting - place without a tear . WOODS IN WINTER . WHEN winter winds are piercing chill 38 EARLIER POEMS .
... teachings . He shall so hear the solemn hymn , that Death Has lifted up for all , that he shall go To his long resting - place without a tear . WOODS IN WINTER . WHEN winter winds are piercing chill 38 EARLIER POEMS .
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Chill airs and wintry winds ! my ear Has grown familiar with your song ; I hear it in the opening year , I listen , and it cheers me long . HYMN OF THE MORAVIAN NUNS OF BETHLEHEM , AT THE WOODS IN WINTER . 41.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Chill airs and wintry winds ! my ear Has grown familiar with your song ; I hear it in the opening year , I listen , and it cheers me long . HYMN OF THE MORAVIAN NUNS OF BETHLEHEM , AT THE WOODS IN WINTER . 41.
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... - flowing fountains ; For thou my shepherd , guard , and guide shalt be ; I will obey thy voice , and wait to see Thy feet all beautiful upon the mountains . Hear , Shepherd ! —thou who for thy flock art 89 THE BIRD AND THE SHIP 59.
... - flowing fountains ; For thou my shepherd , guard , and guide shalt be ; I will obey thy voice , and wait to see Thy feet all beautiful upon the mountains . Hear , Shepherd ! —thou who for thy flock art 89 THE BIRD AND THE SHIP 59.
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Hear , Shepherd ! —thou who for thy flock art dying , O , wash away these scarlet sins , for thou Rejoicest at the contrite sinner's vow . O , wait ! to thee my weary soul is crying , Wait for me ! - Yet why ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Hear , Shepherd ! —thou who for thy flock art dying , O , wash away these scarlet sins , for thou Rejoicest at the contrite sinner's vow . O , wait ! to thee my weary soul is crying , Wait for me ! - Yet why ...
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... hear the sound of my voice . “ Who neither may rest , nor listen may , God bless them every one ! I dart away , in the bright blue day , And the golden fields of the sun . " Thus do I sing my weary song , Wherever the four winds blow ...
... hear the sound of my voice . “ Who neither may rest , nor listen may , God bless them every one ! I dart away , in the bright blue day , And the golden fields of the sun . " Thus do I sing my weary song , Wherever the four winds blow ...
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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...