The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: Tales of a wayside innHoughton, Mifflin, 1891 |
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Angel answered Azrael beard BELL OF ATRI beneath birds breath Brother Timothy Carmilhan Castine Charlemagne church cried dark Dead rides Sir death Decameron door dream Drontheim Eginhard eyes face falcon Federigo fire fled gate gazed gleamed guest Hakon hand Hannah the housemaid hath head hear heard heart INTERLUDE John Estaugh Killingworth King Olaf land Landlord laughed legend light listen Longfellow look Lord loud melodies monk morning Morten of Fogelsang night o'er Odin Olaf the King Olaf's Priest Old North Church Olger passed Paul Revere Paul Revere's Ride pause Poet Queen rhymes rides Sir Morten ring rose round sails shining ship Sicilian Sigrid the Haughty Sigurd silent singing smiled song sound spake steed stood story Sudbury Svend sweet sword tale Thangbrand thee Theologian Thor thou thought told town unto voice wall Wayside Wayside Inn wind wood words
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Page 25 - LISTEN, my children, and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five ; Hardly a man is now alive Who remembers that famous day and year.
Page 27 - By the trembling ladder, steep and tall, To the highest window in the wall, Where he paused to listen and look down A moment on the roofs of the town, And the moonlight flowing over all. Beneath, in the churchyard, lay the dead, In their...
Page 126 - You call them thieves and pillagers ; but know, They are the winged wardens of your farms, Who from the corn-fields drive the insidious foe, And from your harvests keep a hundred harms ; Even the blackest of them all, the crow, Renders good service as your man-at-arms, Crushing the beetle in his coat of mail, And crying havoc on the slug and snail.
Page 48 - From hall to hall he passed with breathless speed ; voices and cries he heard, but did not heed ; until at last he reached the banquet-room, blazing with light, and breathing with perfume. There, on the dais, sat another king ! wearing his robes, his crown, his signet-ring, King Robert's self in features, form, and height, but all transfigured with angelic light! It was an Angel; and his presence there with a divine effulgence filled the air; an exaltation, piercing the disguise, though none the...
Page 55 - These are the gauntlets Wherewith I wield it, And hurl it afar off; This is my girdle; Whenever I brace it, Strength is redoubled! The light thou beholdest Stream through the heavens, In flashes of crimson, Is but my red beard Blown by the night-wind, Affrighting the nations! Jove is my brother; Mine eyes are the lightning; The wheels of my chariot Roll in the thunder, The blows of my hammer Ring in the earthquake!
Page 224 - Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing, Only a signal shown and a distant voice in the darkness ; So on the ocean of life we pass and speak one another, Only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence.
Page 26 - ... If the British march By land or sea from the town to-night, Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch Of the North Church tower as a signal light, — One, if by land, and two, if by sea; And I on the opposite shore will be, Ready to ride and spread the alarm Through every Middlesex village and farm, For the country folk to be up and to arm.
Page 52 - And now the visit ending, and once more Valmond returning to the Danube's shore, Homeward the Angel journeyed, and again The land was made resplendent with his train, Flashing along the towns of Italy Unto Salerno, and from thence by sea.
Page 52 - And with a gesture bade the rest retire, And when they were alone, the Angel said "Art thou the King?" Then, bowing down his head, King Robert crossed both hands upon his breast, And meekly answered him, "Thou knowest best! My sins as scarlet are; let me go hence, And in some cloister's school of penitence, Across those stones that pave the way to heaven, Walk barefoot, till my guilty soul be shriven!
Page 29 - You know the rest. In the books you have read, How the British Regulars fired and fled, — How the farmers gave them ball for ball, From behind each fence and farm-yard wall, Chasing the red-coats down the lane, Then crossing the fields to emerge again Under the trees at the turn of the road, And only pausing to fire and load. So through the night rode Paul Revere ; And so through the night went his cry of alarm To every Middlesex village and farm, — A cry of defiance and not of fear, A voice...