The Early Poems of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: Comprising Voices of the Night and Other Poems, Ballads and Other Poems on Slavery, and The Spanish Student

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Houghton, Mifflin, 1884 - 318 Seiten
 

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Seite 154 - Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.
Seite 164 - 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!
Seite 15 - I HEARD the trailing garments of the Night Sweep through her marble halls ! I saw her sable skirts all fringed with light From the celestial walls. I felt her presence, by its spell of might, Stoop o'er me from above ; The calm majestic presence of the Night, As of the one I love.
Seite 18 - THERE is a Reaper, whose name is Death, And, with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between.
Seite 108 - 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 110 - Colder and louder blew the wind, A gale from the North-east ; The snow fell hissing in the brine, And the billows frothed like yeast. Down came the storm, and smote amain The vessel in its strength ; She shuddered and paused, like a frighted steed, Then leaped her cable's length.
Seite 16 - O holy Night! from thee I learn to bear What man has borne before! Thou layest thy finger on the lips of Care, And they complain no more.
Seite 107 - 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 ! — When on the white sea-strand, Waving his armed hand, Saw we old Hildebrand, With twenty horsemen.
Seite 112 - And ever the fitful gusts between A sound came from the land; It was the sound of the trampling surf On the rocks and the hard sea-sand.
Seite 105 - O'er the dark sea I flew With the marauders. Wild was the life we led; Many the souls that sped, Many the hearts that bled.

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