Voices of the NightJohn Owen, 1843 - 183 pages |
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... pray , The midnight phantoms feel the spell , The shadows sweep away . Down the broad Vale of Tears afar The spectral camp is fled ; Faith shineth as a morning star , Our ghastly fears are dead . MIDNIGHT MASS FOR THE DYING YEAR . YES ...
... pray , The midnight phantoms feel the spell , The shadows sweep away . Down the broad Vale of Tears afar The spectral camp is fled ; Faith shineth as a morning star , Our ghastly fears are dead . MIDNIGHT MASS FOR THE DYING YEAR . YES ...
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... Pray for this poor soul , Pray , pray ! " - And the hooded clouds , like friars , Tell their beads in drops of rain , And patter their doleful prayers ; But their prayers are all in vain , All in vain ! There he stands in the foul ...
... Pray for this poor soul , Pray , pray ! " - And the hooded clouds , like friars , Tell their beads in drops of rain , And patter their doleful prayers ; But their prayers are all in vain , All in vain ! There he stands in the foul ...
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... Pray do not mock me so ! Do not laugh at me ! " And now the sweet day is dead ; Cold in his arms it lies ; No stain from its breath is spread Over the glassy skies , No mist or stain ! Then , too , the Old Year dieth , And 28 VOICES OF ...
... Pray do not mock me so ! Do not laugh at me ! " And now the sweet day is dead ; Cold in his arms it lies ; No stain from its breath is spread Over the glassy skies , No mist or stain ! Then , too , the Old Year dieth , And 28 VOICES OF ...
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... attendants are in the neigh- bouring forest , and pray for hospitality . " How many are you ? " asks the bride's father . " At least three hundred , " is the answer ; and to this the host replies , " Yes ; were you PREFACE . XV.
... attendants are in the neigh- bouring forest , and pray for hospitality . " How many are you ? " asks the bride's father . " At least three hundred , " is the answer ; and to this the host replies , " Yes ; were you PREFACE . XV.
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... pray thee , put into yonder port , For I fear a hurricane . " 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 . Colder and louder ...
... pray thee , put into yonder port , For I fear a hurricane . " 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 . Colder and louder ...
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Voices of the Night: And Other Poems. With Biographical Sketch by N. H. Dole Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Affichage du livre entier - 1893 |
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Alcalá angel ANGELICA BALTASAR BARTOLOMÉ beautiful Beltran Cruzado Beware birds blessed breast breath bright brooklet cachucha child CHISPA Cicero clouds Count of Lara dance dark dead Death DOLORES DON CARLOS Don Dinero Dost thou doth dream earth Enter Excelsior Exeunt eyes father fear flowers FRANCISCO gentle Gipsy girl gleam goblet gold golden grave Guadarrama hand Hark hear heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW holy HYPOLITO JOHN OWEN Jorge Manrique Life's light lips look LOPE DE VEGA Luck of Edenhall maiden MARTINA midnight moon night Nils Juel o'er PADRE CURA PEDRO CRESPO poem Pray prayer PRECIOSA ring rise Saint SCENE shadows silent silver sing sleep smile soft song soul sound speak star stood sweet tears tell thee thine thou art Thou hast thou shalt Timoneda unto VICTORIAN village voice wait wall waves weary wild wind youth
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Page 130 - In happy homes he saw the light Of household fires gleam warm and bright; Above, the spectral glaciers shone, And from his lips escaped a groan, Excelsior! "Try not the Pass!
Page 36 - The buds of spring, those beautiful harbingers Of sunny skies and cloudless times, enjoy Life's newness, and earth's garniture spread out ; And when the silver habit of the clouds Comes down upon the autumn sun, and with A sober gladness the old year takes up His bright inheritance of golden fruits, A pomp and pageant fill the splendid scene. There is a beautiful spirit breathing now Its mellow richness on the clustered trees...
Page 6 - Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day. Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave. In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife! Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead! Act, — act in the living...
Page 141 - INTO the Silent Land ! Ah ! who shall lead us thither ? Clouds in the evening sky more darkly gather, And shattered wrecks lie thicker on the strand. Who leads us with a gentle hand Thither, O thither, Into the Silent Land...
Page 43 - 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.
Page 42 - And the nuns' sweet hymn was heard the while, Sung low in the dim, mysterious aisle. "Take thy banner! May it wave Proudly o'er the good and brave; When the battle's distant wail Breaks the sabbath of our vale, When the clarion's...
Page 46 - And ever the fitful gusts between A sound came from the land; It was the sound of the trampling surf, On the rocks and the hard sea-sand. The breakers were right beneath her bows, She drifted a dreary wreck, And a whooping billow swept the crew Like icicles from her deck. She struck where the white and fleecy waves Looked soft as carded wool, But the cruel rocks, they gored her side Like the horns of an angry bull. Her rattling shrouds, all sheathed in ice, With the masts went by the board; Like...
Page 3 - Stoop o er me from above ; The calm, majestic presence of the Night, As of the one I love. I heard the sounds of sorrow and delight, The manifold, soft chimes, That fill the haunted chambers of the Night, Like some old poet's rhymes.
Page 18 - Wondrous truths, and manifold as wondrous, God hath written in those stars above ; But not less in the bright flowerets under us Stands the revelation of His love.
Page 17 - FLOWERS. SPAKE full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine, When he called the flowers, so blue and golden, Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine.