The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth LongfellowGall & Inglis, 1865 - 700 pages |
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... John Alden , his friend and household companion , Writing with diligent speed at a table of pine by the window ; Fair - haired , azure - eyed , with delicate Saxon complexion , Having the dew of his youth , and the beauty thereof , as ...
... John Alden , his friend and household companion , Writing with diligent speed at a table of pine by the window ; Fair - haired , azure - eyed , with delicate Saxon complexion , Having the dew of his youth , and the beauty thereof , as ...
Page 253
... Alden , and full of the name of Priscilla , Full of the name and the fame of the Puritan maiden Priscilla ! II ... John Alden , the comely , the youthful : and his weapons . " Yes , he was equally LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP . 253.
... Alden , and full of the name of Priscilla , Full of the name and the fame of the Puritan maiden Priscilla ! II ... John Alden , the comely , the youthful : and his weapons . " Yes , he was equally LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP . 253.
Page 255
... John Alden : " The name of friendship is sacred : What you demand in that name , I have not the power to deny you ! " So the strong will prevailed , subduing and moulding the gentler ; Friendship prevailed over love , and Alden went on ...
... John Alden : " The name of friendship is sacred : What you demand in that name , I have not the power to deny you ! " So the strong will prevailed , subduing and moulding the gentler ; Friendship prevailed over love , and Alden went on ...
Page 256
... John Alden went on his errand ; Crossing the brook at the ford , where it brawled over pebble and shallow , Gathering still , as he went , the May - flowers blooming around him , Fragrant , filling the air with a strange and wonderful ...
... John Alden went on his errand ; Crossing the brook at the ford , where it brawled over pebble and shallow , Gathering still , as he went , the May - flowers blooming around him , Fragrant , filling the air with a strange and wonderful ...
Page 257
... John Alden began explaining and smoothing the matter , Making it worse as he went , by saying the Captain was busy , — Had no time for such things ; -such things ! the words grating harshly Fell on the ear of Priscilla ; and swift as a ...
... John Alden began explaining and smoothing the matter , Making it worse as he went , by saying the Captain was busy , — Had no time for such things ; -such things ! the words grating harshly Fell on the ear of Priscilla ; and swift as a ...
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Page 285 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise ! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes.
Page 124 - 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 52 - Northeast, 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. "Come hither! come hither! my little daughter, And do not tremble so; For I can weather the roughest gale That ever wind did blow.
Page 52 - Some ship in distress, that cannot live In such an angry sea!' 'O father! I see a gleaming light, O say, what may it be?' But the father answered never a word, A frozen corpse was he. Lashed to the helm, all stiff and stark, With his face turned to the skies, The lantern gleamed through the gleaming snow On his fixed and glassy eyes. Then the maiden clasped her hands and prayed That saved she might be; And she thought of Christ, who stilled the wave, On the Lake of Galilee.
Page 4 - WHEN the hours of Day are numbered, And the voices of the Night Wake the better soul, that slumbered, To a holy, calm delight; Ere the evening lamps are lighted, And, like phantoms grim and tall, Shadows from the fitful fire-light Dance upon the parlor wall; Then the forms of the departed Enter at the open door; The beloved, the true-hearted, Come to visit me once more...
Page 93 - Come, read to me some .poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe this restless feeling, And banish the thoughts of day. Not from the grand old masters, Not from the bards sublime, Whose distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of Time. For, like strains of martial music, Their mighty thoughts suggest Life's endless toil and endeavour ; And to-night I long for rest. Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from...
Page 128 - ... embraces we again enfold her, She will not be a child; But a fair maiden, in her Father's mansion, Clothed with celestial grace ; And beautiful with all the soul's expansion Shall we behold her face. And though at times impetuous with emotion And anguish long suppressed. The swelling heart...
Page 343 - Such an old moustache as I am Is not a match for you all ! I have you fast in my fortress, And will not let you depart, But put you down into the dungeon In the round-tower of my heart. And there will I keep you forever, Yes, forever and a day, Till the walls shall crumble to ruin, And moulder in dust away ! 346 ENCELADUS.
Page 36 - RETRIBUTION. THOUGH the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small ; Though with patience he stands waiting, with exactness grinds he all.
Page 307 - All is well!" A moment only he feels the spell Of the place and the hour, and the secret dread Of the lonely belfry and the dead; For suddenly all his thoughts are bent On a shadowy something far away, Where the river widens to meet the bay — A line of black that bends and floats On the rising tide, like a bridge of boats.