The poetical works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Author's pocket-vol. ed, Volume 11 |
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Agassiz Apennines azure beautiful behold Bells of Lynn birds blue Bons amis boughs breast breath chimney CHORUS OF DREAMS clay cloth cloud dark dead delight divine dost EPIMETHEUS EUMENIDES evil eyes face fair Fcap feet fire flame float FLOWER-DE-LUCE flowers gifts gleam golden good-will guests in speech hall hast thou hath hear heart Helios HEPHÆSTUS HERMES Illustrated by Sir Immortal Gods iron crane to-night Ivory Gate J'ai leaves lift light loud LUDGATE HILL MASQUE OF PANDORA meadows mighty wind mist moon mountains murmur night-wind NOËL o'er Olympus Ouvrez pain peace on earth phantoms PROMETHEUS R.A. Crown 8vo rain realms of space returning to Olympus rock rolling secret seems shine sing sinks Sir JOHN GILBERT Sisyphus sleep song sound splendours stars streams sunshine sweet thee thine Thou art tower town turn unseen visions voice walls wheel wind winged wonder youth Zeus
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Page 33 - Ah! from what agonies of heart and brain, What exultations trampling on despair, What tenderness, what tears, what hate of wrong, What passionate outcry of a soul in pain, Uprose this poem of the earth and air, This mediaeval miracle of song!
Page 98 - ... points to realms of gold; Our lusts and passions are the downward stair That leads the soul from a diviner air ; The archer, Death ; the flaming jewel, Life ; Terrestrial goods, the goblet and the knife ; The knights and ladies, all whose flesh and bone By avarice have been hardened into stone ; The clerk, the scholar whom the love of pelf Tempts from his books and from his nobler self. The scholar and the world ! The endless strife, The discord in the harmonies of life ! The love of learning,...
Page 106 - To feed his furnace fires, nor cares Who goes unfed if they are fed, Nor who may live if they are dead? This alchemist with hollow cheeks And sunken, searching eyes, who seeks, By mingled earths and ores combined With potency of fire, to find Some new enamel, hard and bright, His dream, his passion, his delight?
Page 104 - Turn, turn, my wheel ! All life is brief; What now is bud will soon be leaf. What now is leaf will soon decay; The wind blows east, the wind blows west -, The blue eggs in the robin's nest Will soon have wings and beak and breast, And flutter and fly away.
Page 101 - Turn, turn, my wheel ! Turn round and round Without a pause, without a sound : So spins the flying world away ! This clay, well mixed with marl and sand, Follows the motion of my hand ; For some must follow and some command. Though all are made of clay...
Page 19 - ... omnipresent pain. The lovely town was white with apple-blooms, And the great elms o'erhead Dark shadows wove on their aerial looms Shot through with golden thread. Across the meadows, by the gray old manse, The historic river flowed: I was as one who wanders in a trance, Unconscious of his road.
Page 21 - I HEARD the bells on Christmas Day Their old, familiar carols play, And wild and sweet The words repeat Of peace on earth, good- will to men ! And thought how, as the day had come, The belfries of all Christendom Had rolled along The unbroken song Of peace on earth, good-will to men...
Page 92 - Yet better the excess Than the defect ; better the more than less ; Better like Hector in the field to die, Than like a perfumed Paris turn and fly.
Page 35 - From which thy song and all its splendors came ; And while with stern rebuke she speaks thy name, The ice about thy heart melts as the snow On mountain heights, and in swift overflow Comes gushing from thy lips in sobs of shame. Thou makest full confession ; and a gleam, As of the dawn on some dark forest cast, Seems on thy lifted forehead to increase ; Lethe and Eunoe — the remembered dream And the forgotten sorrow — bring at last That perfect pardon which is perfect peace.
Page 19 - There in seclusion and remote from men The wizard hand lies cold, Which at its topmost speed let fall the pen, And left the tale half told. Ah ! who shall lift that wand of magic power, And the lost clew regain ? The unfinished window in Aladdin's tower Unfinished must remain ! CHRISTMAS BELLS.