Poems of Places: England and WalesHenry Wadsworth Longfellow J.R. Osgood and Company, 1877 - English poetry |
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... dead seas of man , Ages in succession find Forms that change not , stagnant mind , And they leave the same behind . Lo ! the Eastern Cyclades , Phoenix - nests and sky - blue seas , But I tarry not with these . Pass we drear New ...
... dead seas of man , Ages in succession find Forms that change not , stagnant mind , And they leave the same behind . Lo ! the Eastern Cyclades , Phoenix - nests and sky - blue seas , But I tarry not with these . Pass we drear New ...
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... dead . " Throb on , strong pulse of thunder ! beat From answering beach to beach ; Fuse nations in thy kindly heat , And melt the chains of each ! Wild terror of the sky above , Glide tame and dumb below ! Bear gently , Ocean's carrier ...
... dead . " Throb on , strong pulse of thunder ! beat From answering beach to beach ; Fuse nations in thy kindly heat , And melt the chains of each ! Wild terror of the sky above , Glide tame and dumb below ! Bear gently , Ocean's carrier ...
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... dead . Then there are favorite nooks of early travel , Where dreaming idly on the summer grass , He saw the Swiss cascades their threads unravel , And evening strike above the shadowy pass . Clitumnus ' oxen wander by the plashing Of ...
... dead . Then there are favorite nooks of early travel , Where dreaming idly on the summer grass , He saw the Swiss cascades their threads unravel , And evening strike above the shadowy pass . Clitumnus ' oxen wander by the plashing Of ...
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... dead ! - that sea of Grecian lore Unbounded , in the abyss of fate inurned . Capel Lofft . Aldershot . CRIMEAN INVALID SOLDIERS REAPING AT ALDERSHOT . R EAP ye the ripe , ripe corn , Ye have reaped the green and the young , The fruits ...
... dead ! - that sea of Grecian lore Unbounded , in the abyss of fate inurned . Capel Lofft . Aldershot . CRIMEAN INVALID SOLDIERS REAPING AT ALDERSHOT . R EAP ye the ripe , ripe corn , Ye have reaped the green and the young , The fruits ...
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... dead earth , and the land was still . * " You know me , then , that wicked one , who broke The vast design and purpose of the King . O shut me round with narrowing nunnery - walls , Meek maidens , from the voices crying ' Shame . ' I ...
... dead earth , and the land was still . * " You know me , then , that wicked one , who broke The vast design and purpose of the King . O shut me round with narrowing nunnery - walls , Meek maidens , from the voices crying ' Shame . ' I ...
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Page 237 - Windsor's heights th' expanse below Of grove, of lawn, of mead survey, Whose turf, whose shade, whose flowers among Wanders the hoary Thames along His silver-winding way...
Page 229 - And thus unto the youth she said That drove them to the Bell, 'This shall be yours, when you bring back My husband safe and well.' The youth did ride, and soon did meet / John coming back amain, Whom in a trice he tried to stop By catching at his rein ; But not performing what he meant, And gladly would have done, The frighted steed he frighted more, And made him faster run.
Page 221 - And we will then repair Unto the Bell at Edmonton All in a chaise and pair. My sister, and my sister's child, Myself and children three, Will fill the chaise; so you must ride On horseback after we.
Page 9 - His steps are not upon thy paths, - thy fields Are not a spoil for him, - thou dost arise And shake him from thee; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling, to his Gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth: - there let him lay.
Page 228 - And all the world would stare, If wife should dine at Edmonton, And I should dine at Ware." So turning to his horse, he said, "I am in haste to dine; 'Twas for your pleasure you came here, You shall go back for mine.
Page 204 - THE sea is calm to-night. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits ; — on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Page 121 - Did she look to Camelot. And at the closing of the day She loosed the chain, and down she lay; The broad stream bore her far away, The Lady of Shalott. Lying, robed in snowy white That loosely flew to left and right The leaves upon her falling light Thro...
Page 116 - Camelot ; And up and down the people go, Gazing where the lilies blow Round an island there below, The island of Shalott. Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver Thro...
Page 239 - Ambition this shall tempt to rise, Then whirl the wretch from high, To bitter Scorn a sacrifice, And grinning Infamy. The stings of Falsehood those shall try, And hard Unkindness...
Page 239 - Alas, regardless of their doom, The little victims play ! No sense have they of ills to come, Nor care beyond to-day.