H. W. Longfellow and W. C. BryantP. F. Collier, 1902 - Počet stran: 714 |
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... thee lies , Watered by living springs ; The lids of Fancy's sleepless eyes Are gates unto that Paradise , Holy thoughts , like stars , arise , Its clouds are angels ' wings . " Learn , that henceforth thy song shall be , Not mountains ...
... thee lies , Watered by living springs ; The lids of Fancy's sleepless eyes Are gates unto that Paradise , Holy thoughts , like stars , arise , Its clouds are angels ' wings . " Learn , that henceforth thy song shall be , Not mountains ...
Strana 10
... thee ! In the dark and trying hour , In the breaking forth of power , In the rush of steeds and men , His right hand will shield thee then . " Take thy banner ! But , when night Closes round the ghastly fight , If the vanquished warrior ...
... thee ! In the dark and trying hour , In the breaking forth of power , In the rush of steeds and men , His right hand will shield thee then . " Take thy banner ! But , when night Closes round the ghastly fight , If the vanquished warrior ...
Strana 16
... thee , When raging fierce and fearfully , Was quenched in tears ! Spain's haughty Constable , -the true And gallant Master , whom we knew Most loved of all . Breathe not a whisper of his pride , - He on the gloomy scaffold died ...
... thee , When raging fierce and fearfully , Was quenched in tears ! Spain's haughty Constable , -the true And gallant Master , whom we knew Most loved of all . Breathe not a whisper of his pride , - He on the gloomy scaffold died ...
Strana 20
... thee my weary soul is crying , - Wait for me ! -Yet why ask it , when I see , With feet nailed to the cross , thou ' rt waiting still for me ! TO - MORROW . FROM THE SPANISH OF LOPE DE VEGA . LORD , what am I , that , with un- ceasing ...
... thee my weary soul is crying , - Wait for me ! -Yet why ask it , when I see , With feet nailed to the cross , thou ' rt waiting still for me ! TO - MORROW . FROM THE SPANISH OF LOPE DE VEGA . LORD , what am I , that , with un- ceasing ...
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... thee , nourish thee , defend ; - ' T is sweet to watch for thee , - alone for thee ! His arms fall down ; sleep sits upon his brow ; His eye is closed ; he sleeps , nor dreams of harm . Wore not his cheek the apple's ruddy glow , Would ...
... thee , nourish thee , defend ; - ' T is sweet to watch for thee , - alone for thee ! His arms fall down ; sleep sits upon his brow ; His eye is closed ; he sleeps , nor dreams of harm . Wore not his cheek the apple's ruddy glow , Would ...
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Strana 310 - Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State ! Sail on, O UNION, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, . ' Is hanging breathless on thy fate ! We know what Master laid thy keel, What Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel, Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge and what a heat 289 Were shaped the anchors of thy hope...
Strana 223 - Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ) Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought.
Strana 299 - I SHOT an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where ; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong, That it can follow the flight of song ? Long, long afterward, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroke ; And the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend.
Strana 3 - Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
Strana 228 - EXCELSIOR. THE shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior ! His brow was sad ; his eye beneath Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior...
Strana 282 - THE melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sear. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the withered leaves lie dead ; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread. The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow, through all the gloomy day.
Strana 223 - UNDER a spreading chestnut tree The village smithy stands ; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands ; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Strana 38 - THE groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the roof above them — ere he framed The lofty vault, to gather and roll back The sound of anthems ; in the darkling wood, Amid the cool and silence, he knelt down, And offered to the Mightiest solemn thanks And supplication.
Strana 37 - Last night, the moon had a golden ring, and to-night no moon we see ! " The skipper he blew a whiff from his pipe, and a scornful laugh laughed he.
Strana 29 - To be a brother to the insensible rock And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain Turns with his share, and treads upon.