The poetical works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Author's pocket-vol. ed, Volume 8 |
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Abbot Angel beautiful Behold bells blessed brain breast breath bridge Cassiodorus chant child Christ church cloth convent crown dark dead death deed deep Devil divine door drink earth EDITION Elsie evil eyes face Fastrada Father Fcap fear feet fill flowers forest Friar Cuthbert Friar John Friar Paul garden golden GOLDEN LEGEND Gottlieb hand head hear heard heart heaven Heloise Henry of Hoheneck Herod Hirschau holy HOWARD STAUNTON Hubert Illustrations by Sir Jesus King King Herod light lips live look Lord Lucifer Ludgate Hill Mary Minnesinger monks mystery night noble o'er Odenwald pain pardon passion play Pray prayer priest Prince Henry rest Rhuys ring Saint Salern Scriptorium shadows shine singing Sir JOHN GILBERT soul sound stand star stone sweet thee thine Thou art thou hast thought trump of doom unto Ursula Virgin voice walls Walter wind wine words yonder
Popular passages
Page 135 - For the reason That life, and all that speaks of life, is lovely, And death, and all that speaks of death, is hateful. Elsie. The grave itself is but a covered bridge, Leading from light to light, through a brief darkness ! Prince Henry (emerging from tht bridge].
Page 32 - The day is done ; and slowly from the scene The stooping sun upgathers his spent shafts, And puts them back into his golden quiver...
Page 186 - I have been told by some old people, who in their younger years were eye-witnesses of these pageants so acted, that the yearly confluence of people to see that shew was extraordinary great, and yielded no small advantage to this city.
Page 70 - To me the thought of death is terrible, Having such hold on life. To thee it is not So much even as the lifting of a latch ; Only a step into the open air Out of a tent already luminous With light that shines through its transparent walls...
Page 35 - And lo ! he heard The sudden singing of a bird, A snow-white bird that, from a cloud Dropped down, And among the branches brown Sat singing So sweet, and clear, and loud, It seemed a thousand harpstrings ringing. And the Monk Felix closed his book, And long, long, With rapturous look, He listened to the song, And hardly breathed or stirred, Until he saw, as in a vision, The land Elysian, And in the heavenly city heard Angelic feet Fall on the golden flagging of the street.
Page 181 - Beneath my feet ; A blackness inwardly brightening With sullen heat. As a storm-cloud lurid with lightning. And a cry of lamentation, Repeated and again repeated, Deep and loud As the reverberation Of cloud answering unto cloud, Swells and rolls away in the distance, As if the sheeted Lightning retreated, Baffled and thwarted by the wind's resistance. It is Lucifer, The son of mystery; And since God suffers him to be He, too, is God's minister, And labors for some good By us not understood ! THE...
Page 91 - Faith alone can interpret life, and the heart that aches and bleeds with the stigma Of pain, alone bears the likeness of Christ, and can comprehend its dark enigma.
Page 106 - Time has laid his hand Upon my heart gently, not smiting it, But as a harper lays his open palm Upon his harp, to deaden its vibrations.
Page 191 - It held two quarts, and was a noble piece of plate, so that there was a gill of ale, half a pint Winchester measure, between each peg. The law was, that every person...
Page 207 - The pen, the pencil, and the printer have striven together in honourable rivalry, combining clearness of text, elegance of illustration, and beauty of type. The result is worthy of the labour, and we can say with a safe conscience to all who wish to receive or present the bard in a becoming dress, buy ' Routledge's Picture Shakspeare."' — Tlie Times. " One of the most important additions to the mass of .Shaksperian literature which has appeared for many years.