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מהדורות אחרות - הצג הכל
Poems on Slavery, Early Poems, Additional Poems, and Ballads
<span dir=ltr>Henry Wadsworth Longfellow</span>
אין תצוגה מקדימה זמינה - 2015
ADDITIONAL POEMS amid ancient time-piece autumn Bacchus BALLADS beautiful Behemoth belfry Beneath birds blessed blind breath bright broad lagoon chimes clouds dark death DISMAL SWAMP dost dreams earth Evangeline ever—never evermore eyes faint fell to earth fill flowers fortune-tellers gale Gazette German Gleamed glory golden golden sun gray hand hear heard heart heaven hills KENT & RICHARDS Kent and Richards land light loud lyre midnight Minnesingers moon Never—for night o'er old Flemish city old Silenus PATERNOSTER ROW POEMS ON SLAVERY poet's PROFESSOR LONGFELLOW Prom QUADROON quaint old Flemish rain Reaper rhymes river roofs Sang Satyrs Scattered shadows shine silent silver bells Sister of Mercy slave sleep slumber soft song star stood summer sweet Take thy banner Tale of Acadie tears thee thou thought tide toil town of Bruges trees vale village Vogelweide voice wide wild wind window woods youth
עמוד 10 - I have nought that is fair?" saith he; "Have nought but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again." He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves.
עמוד 14 - How beautiful is the rain ! After the dust and heat, In the broad and fiery street, In the narrow lane, How beautiful is the rain ! How it clatters along the roofs, Like the tramp of hoofs ! How it gushes and struggles out From the throat of the overflowing spout ! Across the...
עמוד 74 - ... looked upon the Slaver's gold, And then upon the maid. His heart within him was at strife With such accursed gains ; For he knew whose passions gave her life, Whose blood ran in her veins. But the voice of nature was too weak ; He took the glittering gold ! Then pale as death grew the maiden's cheek, Her hands as icy cold. The Slaver led her from the door, He led her by the hand, To be his slave and paramour In a strange and distant land ! THE WARNING.
עמוד 82 - WITH what a glory comes and goes the year ! The buds of spring, those beautiful harbingers Of sunny skies and cloudless times, enjoy Life's newness, and earth's graniture 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...
עמוד 51 - Man-like is it to fall into sin, Fiend-like is it to dwell therein, Christ-like is it for sin to grieve, God-like is it all sin to leave. POVERTY AND BLINDNESS. A blind man is a poor man, and blind a poor man is ; For the former seeth no man, and the latter no man sees.
עמוד 24 - And far in the hazy distance Of that lovely night in June, The blaze of the flaming furnace Gleamed redder than the moon. Among the long, black rafters The wavering shadows lay...
עמוד 24 - Seemed to lift and bear them away; As, sweeping and eddying through them, Rose the belated tide, And, streaming into the moonlight, The sea-weed floated wide. And like those waters rushing Among the wooden piers, A flood of thoughts came o'er me That filled my eyes with tears.
עמוד 43 - There, in that silent room below, The dead lay in his shroud of snow; And in the hush that followed the prayer, Was heard the old clock on the stair, — ' ' Forever — never ! Never — forever! " All are scattered now and fled, Some are married, some are dead; And when I ask, with throbs of pain, " Ah ! when shall they all meet again...
עמוד 17 - That have not yet been wholly told, Have not been wholly sung nor said. For his thought, that never stops, Follows the water-drops Down to the graves of the dead, Down through chasms and gulfs profound, To the dreary fountain-head Of lakes and rivers under ground ; And sees them, when the rain is done, On the bridge of colors seven Climbing up once more to heaven, Opposite the setting sun.