Longfellow Birthday BookBarse & Hopkins, 1910 - 191 pages |
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April Day AQVARIVS January Augustine Autumn BARSE & HOPKINS Birds of Killingworth blossoms breath bright CAPRICORN celestial Children Children's Hour Christ clouds Coplas de Manrique Courtship of Miles December deed Dinth doth earth Eighteenth Eighth Eleventh eternal Evangeline evermore FEBRVARY February Fifteenth Fifth flowers Fourteenth Fourth Gleam of Sunshine Goblet God's-Acre Golden Legend Golden Mile-stone HARVARD COLLEGE Haunted Houses heaven holy HOPKINS L JVNE June L AQVARIVS Ladder of St LEO July LIBRA September Life's Light of Stars Lord's Supper Lovest thou Maidenhood MARCH March Miles Standish night Nineteenth Ninth NOVEMBER November o'er patience Poetic Aphorisms Psalm red planet Mars Santa Filomena SCORPIO October Seventeenth Seventh shines Sirth Sixteenth Sixth SMAY GEMINI Song of Hiawatha soul Spanish Student strong SVIRGO2 August SWAIN sweet TAVRVS April Tenth Tharaw thee Thirteenth Thirty-First thoughts Thy heart Twelfth Twentieth Twenty-Eighth Twenty-First Twenty-Fourth Twenty-Second Twenty-Seventh Twenty-Third unto wind youth
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Page 130 - 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.
Page 140 - THE day is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary ; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary. My life is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary...
Page 147 - Were half the power that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need of arsenals nor forts.
Page 115 - Tis of the wave and not the rock; 'Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore, Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee...
Page 49 - 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, Was not spoken of the soul.
Page 67 - If thou art worn and hard beset With sorrows that thou wouldst forget, If thou wouldst read a lesson that will keep Thy heart from fainting and thy soul from sleep, Go to the woods and hills ! — No tears Dim the sweet look that Nature wears.
Page 150 - 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 136 - 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...
Page 47 - 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.
Page 33 - BETWEEN the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour. I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet, The sound of a door that is opened, And voices soft and sweet. From my study I see in the lamplight, Descending the broad hall stair, Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra, And Edith with golden hair. A whisper, and then a silence : Yet I know by...