Poems ...Ticknor & Fields, 1854 |
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... - WOOD 309 332 334 · 337 339 • 343 347 BY THE FIRESIDE . RESIGNATION 353 THE BUILDERS 357 SAND OF THE DESERT IN AN HOUR - GLASS 360 BIRDS OF PASSAGE 364 THE OPEN WINDOW 367 KING WITLAF'S DRINKING - HORN 369 GASPAR BECERRA . 372 CONTENTS .
... - WOOD 309 332 334 · 337 339 • 343 347 BY THE FIRESIDE . RESIGNATION 353 THE BUILDERS 357 SAND OF THE DESERT IN AN HOUR - GLASS 360 BIRDS OF PASSAGE 364 THE OPEN WINDOW 367 KING WITLAF'S DRINKING - HORN 369 GASPAR BECERRA . 372 CONTENTS .
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... birds have taken wing , By thee abandoned , hangs thy vacant swing . Dream - like the waters of the river gleam ; A sailless vessel drops adown the stream , And like it , to a sea as wide and deep , Thou driftest gently down the tides ...
... birds have taken wing , By thee abandoned , hangs thy vacant swing . Dream - like the waters of the river gleam ; A sailless vessel drops adown the stream , And like it , to a sea as wide and deep , Thou driftest gently down the tides ...
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... name thou hast taken ! Wrapt in thy scarlet blanket , I see thee stalk through the city's Narrow and populous streets , as once by the mai- gin of rivers Stalked those birds unknown , that have left us only 66 TO THE DRIVING CLOUD.
... name thou hast taken ! Wrapt in thy scarlet blanket , I see thee stalk through the city's Narrow and populous streets , as once by the mai- gin of rivers Stalked those birds unknown , that have left us only 66 TO THE DRIVING CLOUD.
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Stalked those birds unknown , that have left us only their footprints . What , in a few short years , will remain of thy race but the footprints ? How canst thou walk in these streets , who hast trod the green ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Stalked those birds unknown , that have left us only their footprints . What , in a few short years , will remain of thy race but the footprints ? How canst thou walk in these streets , who hast trod the green ...
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... . And he gave the monks his treasures , Gave them all with this behest : They should feed the birds at noontide Daily on his place of rest ; Saying , " From these wandering minstrels I have learned 88 WALTER VON DER VOGELWEIDE.
... . And he gave the monks his treasures , Gave them all with this behest : They should feed the birds at noontide Daily on his place of rest ; Saying , " From these wandering minstrels I have learned 88 WALTER VON DER VOGELWEIDE.
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Page 329 - 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 326 - Then the Master, With a gesture of command, Waved his hand; And at the word, Loud and sudden there was heard, All around them and below, The sound of hammers, blow on blow, Knocking away the shores and spurs. And see! she stirs! She starts, — she moves, — she seems to feel The thrill of life along her keel, And, spurning with her foot the ground, With one exulting, joyous bound, She leaps into the ocean's arms!
Page 98 - All are scattered, now, and fled, — Some are married, some are dead; And when I ask, with throbs of pain, "Ah! when shall they all meet again?" As in the days long since gone by, The ancient timepiece makes reply, — "Forever — never! Never- forever!
Page 129 - Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small ; Though with patience he stands waiting, with exactness grinds he all.
Page 148 - Neither locks had they to their doors, nor bars to their windows ; But their dwellings were open as day and the hearts of the owners ; There the richest was poor, and the poorest lived in abundance.
Page 319 - Hold the great ship against the bellowing blast! And at the bows an image stood, By a cunning artist carved in wood, With robes of white, that far behind Seemed to be fluttering in the wind. It was not shaped in a classic mould, Not like a Nymph or Goddess of old, Or Naiad rising from the water, But modelled from the Master's daughter!
Page 315 - Far exceedeth all the rest ! Thus with the rising of the sun Was the noble task begun, And soon throughout the ship-yard's bounds Were heard the intermingled sounds Of axes and of mallets, plied With vigorous arms on every side ; Plied so deftly and so well, That, ere the shadows of evening fell, The keel of oak for a noble ship, Scarfed and bolted, straight and strong, Was lying ready, and stretched along The blocks, well placed upon the slip. Happy, thrice happy, every one Who sees...
Page 75 - 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.
Page 302 - Kind messages that pass from land to land; Kind letters, that betray the heart's deep history, in which we feel the pressure of a hand, — One touch of fire, — and all the rest is mystery! The pleasant books, that silently among Our household treasures take familiar places, And are to us as if a living tongue Spake from the printed leaves or pictured faces!
Page 320 - Is swung into its place ; Shrouds and stays Holding it firm and fast ! Long ago, In the deer-haunted forests of Maine, When upon mountain and plain Lay the snow, They fell, — those lordly pines ! Those grand, majestic pines ! 'Mid shouts and cheers The jaded steers, Panting beneath the goad, Dragged down the weary, winding road Those captive kings so straight and tall. To be shorn of their streaming hair, And, naked and bare, To feel the stress and che strain Of the wind and the reeling main, Whose...