 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.  The Atlantic Monthly - Strana 281861Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1863 - 310 str.
...churchyard, lay the dead, In their night-encampment on the hill, Wrapped in silence so deep and still That he could hear, like a sentinel's tread, •• The watchful...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... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1863 - 260 str.
...churchyard, lay the dead, In their night-encampment on the hill, Wrapped in silence so deep and still That he could hear, like a sentinel's tread, The watchful...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... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1864 - 712 str.
...churchyard, lay the dead, In their night-encampment on the hill, Wrapped in silence so deep and still That he could hear, like a sentinel's tread, The watchful...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... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1864 - 254 str.
...churchyard, lay the dead, In their night-encampment on the hill, Wrapped in silence so deep and still That he could hear, like a sentinel's tread, The watchful...whisper, " All is well ! " A moment only he feels the spjll Of the place and the hour, and the secret dread Of the lonely belfry and the dead ; For suddenly... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1864 - 232 str.
...churchyard, lay the dead, In their night-encampment on the hill, Wrapped in silence so deep and still That he could hear, like a sentinel's tread, The watchful...seeming to whisper, " All is well ! " A moment only lie feels the spell Of the place and the hour, and the secret dread Of the lonely belfry and the dead... | |
 | 1864 - 568 str.
...tower, while Beneath, in the churchyard, lay the dead, In l/ieir night encarnpmfni on tlif hill, That he could hear, like a sentinel's tread, The watchful night-wind, as it went Creeping along/root tent to tent, And seeming to whisper ' all is well ! ' Only a moment he feels the spell... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1865 - 388 str.
...night-encampment on the hill. Wrapped in silence so deep and still That he could hear, like a sentinel tread, The watchful night-wind, as it went Creeping...only he feels the spell Of the place and the hour, and thi secret dread Of the lonely belfry and the dead ; For suddenly all his thoughts were bent On... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1868 - 410 str.
...churchyard, lay the dead, In their night-encampment on the hill. Wrapped in silence so deep and still That he could hear, like a sentinel's tread, The watchful...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 were bent On... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1868 - 252 str.
...Wrapped in silenee so deeli nnd stiil та"1' l V,0!'1!1 sear, like a sentinel's treiid The watehfnl night-wind as it went creeping along from tent to tent And seeming to whisper, " AH is well '" A moment ouly he feels the spell Of the plaee and the honr, and tIie seeret dr Of the... | |
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