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Agassiz angels beautiful behold Bells of Lynn beneath birds Bons amis breast breath brooklet cloud crown dark dead death delight divine dreams earth Enceladus EPIMETHEUS EUMENIDES eyes face fair feet fire flame fleet flowers forever friends gate gleams Gods golden guests hand hast hath haunted hear heart HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW HEPHÆSTUS Heracles HERMES HERMES TRISMEGISTUS Hexameter Inchkenneth King land lifted light Longfellow look loud March 30 mist mountain mysterious Nahant nevermore night o'er Oceanides pain PANDORA phantom poem poet prayer PROMETHEUS Putnam's Magazine Rain-in-the-Face river roar round rush sail Sandalphon seems shadow shining ships shore silent Simon Magus singing sleep snow song soul sound splendor stream street sunshine sweet thee thine thou thoughts of youth tide tower town unto vanished verse Verzenay Victor Galbraith voice walls wander Wapentake whisper wind wings words youth are long
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Page 65 - And Edith with golden hair. A whisper, and then a silence: Yet I know by their merry eyes They are plotting and planning together To take me by surprise. A sudden rush from the stairway, A sudden raid from the hall! By three doors left unguarded They enter my castle wall! They climb up into my turret O'er the arms and back of my chair; If I try to escape, they surround me; They seem to be everywhere.
Page 52 - WHENE'ER a noble deed is wrought, Whene'er is spoken a noble thought, Our hearts, in glad surprise, To higher levels rise. The tidal wave of deeper souls Into our inmost being rolls, And lifts us unawares Out of all meaner cares.
Page 83 - Were a star quenched on high, For ages would its light, Still travelling downward from the sky, Shine on our mortal sight. So when a great man dies, For years beyond our ken, The light he leaves behind him lies Upon the paths of men.
Page 43 - A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts." I remember the sea-fight far away, How it thundered o'er the tide! And the dead captains, as they lay In their graves, o'erlooking the tranquil bay Where they in battle died. And the sound of that mournful song Goes through me with a thrill : " A boy's wiH is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts...
Page 292 - Oh, bring us back once more The vanished days of yore, When the world with faith was filled ; Bring back the fervid zeal, The hearts of fire and steel, The hands that believe and build. " Then from our tower again We will send over land and main Our voices of command, Like exiled kings who return To their thrones, and the people learn That the Priest is lord of the land...
Page 60 - COME to me, O ye children ! For I hear you at your play. And the questions that perplexed me Have vanished quite away. Ye open the eastern windows, That look towards the sun, Where thoughts are singing swallows And the brooks of morning run.
Page 64 - 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
Page 69 - Lord, how beautiful was thy day ! Every waft of the air Was a whisper of prayer, Or a dirge for the dead. Ho ! brave hearts that went down in the seas ! Ye are at peace in the troubled stream. Ho ! brave land ! with hearts like these, Thy flag, that is rent in twain, Shall be one again, And without a seam ! SNOW-FLAKES.
Page 27 - The stranger at my fireside cannot see The forms I see, nor hear the sounds I hear ; He but perceives what is ; while unto me All that has been is visible and clear. We have no title-deeds to house or lands ; Owners and occupants of earlier dates From graves forgotten stretch their dusty hands, And hold in mortmain still their old estates.
Page 60 - Or tell a more marvellous tale. So she keeps him still a child, And will not let him go, Though at times his heart beats wild For the beautiful Pays de Vaud ; Though at times he hears in his dreams The Ranz des Vaches of old, And the rush of mountain streams From glaciers clear and cold ; And the mother at home says, " Hark ! For his voice I listen and yearn ; It is growing late and dark, And my boy does not return !