Poems, Volume 2Ticknor and Fields, 1850 - American poetry |
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Until the overburdened brain , Weary with labor , faint with pain , Like a jarred pendulum , retain Only its motion , not its power , - Remember , in that perilous hour , When most afflicted and oppressed From ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Until the overburdened brain , Weary with labor , faint with pain , Like a jarred pendulum , retain Only its motion , not its power , - Remember , in that perilous hour , When most afflicted and oppressed From ...
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. A feeling of sadness and longir That is not akin to pain , And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the ra Come , read to me some poem , Some simple and heartfelt lay That shall soothe this restless fe ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. A feeling of sadness and longir That is not akin to pain , And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the ra Come , read to me some poem , Some simple and heartfelt lay That shall soothe this restless fe ...
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... pain , " Ah ! when shall they all meet again ? " As in the days long - since gone by , The ancient timepiece makes reply , — " Forever - never ! Never - forever ! " Never here , forever there , Where all parting , pain , and care , And ...
... pain , " Ah ! when shall they all meet again ? " As in the days long - since gone by , The ancient timepiece makes reply , — " Forever - never ! Never - forever ! " Never here , forever there , Where all parting , pain , and care , And ...
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... of Tharaw , her heart once again To me has surrendered in joy and in pain . Annie of Tharaw , my riches , my good , soul , my flesh and my blood ! Thou , O my soul , Then come the wild weather , come sleet or come 117 ANNIE OF THARAW.
... of Tharaw , her heart once again To me has surrendered in joy and in pain . Annie of Tharaw , my riches , my good , soul , my flesh and my blood ! Thou , O my soul , Then come the wild weather , come sleet or come 117 ANNIE OF THARAW.
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... pain Shall be to our true love as links to the chain . As the palm - tree standeth so straight and so tall , The more the hail beats , and the more the rains fall , - So love in our hearts shall grow mighty and strong , Through crosses ...
... pain Shall be to our true love as links to the chain . As the palm - tree standeth so straight and so tall , The more the hail beats , and the more the rains fall , - So love in our hearts shall grow mighty and strong , Through crosses ...
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Page 22 - Down the dark future, through long generations, The echoing sounds grow fainter and then cease; And like a bell, with solemn, sweet vibrations, I hear once more the voice of Christ say, "Peace !" Peace ! and no longer from its brazen portals The blast of War's great organ shakes the skies ! But beautiful as songs of the immortals, The holy melodies of love arise.
Page 343 - She is not dead, — the child of our affection, — But gone unto that school Where she no longer needs our poor protection, And Christ himself doth rule. In that great cloister's stillness and seclusion, By guardian angels led, Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution, She lives, whom we call dead.
Page 126 - Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small; Though with patience he stands waiting, with exactness grinds he all.
Page 73 - Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start; Who, through long days of labor, And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies.
Page 138 - This is the forest primeval; but where are the hearts that beneath it Leaped like the roe, when he hears in the woodland the voice of the huntsman?
Page 342 - Let us be patient ! These severe afflictions Not from the ground arise, But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise. We see but dimly through the mists and vapors ; Amid these earthly damps What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers May be heaven's distant lamps.
Page 304 - Standing before Her father's door, He saw the form of his promised bride. The sun shone on her golden hair, And her cheek was glowing fresh and fair, With the breath of morn and the soft sea air.
Page 137 - THIS is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight, Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic, Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms.
Page 141 - Dikes, that the hands of the farmers had raised with labor incessant, Shut out the turbulent tides ; but at stated seasons the flood-gates Opened, and welcomed the sea to wander at will o'er the meadows.
Page 189 - This is the house of the Prince of Peace, and would you profane it Thus with violent deeds and hearts overflowing with hatred? Lo! where the crucified Christ from his cross is gazing upon you! See! in those sorrowful eyes what meekness and holy compassion! Hark! how those lips still repeat the prayer, 'O Father, forgive them!