Poems of Places: England and Wales, Volume 3Henry Wadsworth Longfellow J.R. Osgood and Company, 1876 - English poetry |
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... wild streamlet of the West ! many various - fated years have past , What happy and what mournful hours , since last I skimmed the smooth thin stone along thy breast , Numbering its light leaps ! yet so deep imprest Sink the sweet scenes ...
... wild streamlet of the West ! many various - fated years have past , What happy and what mournful hours , since last I skimmed the smooth thin stone along thy breast , Numbering its light leaps ! yet so deep imprest Sink the sweet scenes ...
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... wild and cruel soul is given , More deaf than trees , and prouder than the heaven ! Love's foe professed ! why dost thou falsely feign Thyself a Sidney ? from which noble strain He sprung , that could so far exalt the name Of Love , and ...
... wild and cruel soul is given , More deaf than trees , and prouder than the heaven ! Love's foe professed ! why dost thou falsely feign Thyself a Sidney ? from which noble strain He sprung , that could so far exalt the name Of Love , and ...
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... wild , The sloping lawns , and zephyrs mild , The clouds that blush with evening red , Or meads with silver fountains fed , The fragrance of the new - mown hay , And blackbird chanting on the spray ; The calm farewell of parting light ...
... wild , The sloping lawns , and zephyrs mild , The clouds that blush with evening red , Or meads with silver fountains fed , The fragrance of the new - mown hay , And blackbird chanting on the spray ; The calm farewell of parting light ...
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... wild bird on the lake , to rest ? Then laid asleep beneath the branches sere , Till the Awakener in the east appear , And call the dead to judgment ? Quietness , Methinks the heart - whole rustic loves thee less Than the town's thought ...
... wild bird on the lake , to rest ? Then laid asleep beneath the branches sere , Till the Awakener in the east appear , And call the dead to judgment ? Quietness , Methinks the heart - whole rustic loves thee less Than the town's thought ...
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... start and with one cry The royal city woke . At once on all her stately gates Arose the answering fires ; At once the wild alarum clashed From all her reeling spires ; From all the batteries of the Tower Pealed loud the PLYMOUTH . 47.
... start and with one cry The royal city woke . At once on all her stately gates Arose the answering fires ; At once the wild alarum clashed From all her reeling spires ; From all the batteries of the Tower Pealed loud the PLYMOUTH . 47.
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Popular passages
Page 150 - When that this body did contain a spirit, A kingdom for it was too small a bound ; But now, two paces of the vilest earth Is room enough : — this earth, that bears thee dead, Bears not alive so stout a gentleman.
Page 172 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care ; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Page 174 - The applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes...
Page 265 - So is the equal poise of this fell war. Here on this molehill will I sit me down. To whom God will, there be the victory ! For Margaret my queen, and Clifford too, Have chid me from the battle, swearing both They prosper best of all when I am thence. Would I were dead ! if God's good will were so ; For what is in this world but grief and woe ? O God ! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain...
Page 174 - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire, Hands that the rod of empire might have swayed Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre ; But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page, Rich with the spoils of time, did ne'er unroll ; Chill Penury repressed their noble rage And froze the genial current of the soul.
Page 46 - And crushed and torn beneath his claws the princely hunters lay. Ho! strike the flagstaff deep, Sir Knight: ho! scatter flowers, fair maids: Ho! gunners, fire a loud salute: ho! gallants, draw your blades: Thou sun, shine on her joyously; ye breezes, waft her wide; Our glorious SEMPER EADEM, the banner of our pride.
Page 51 - Ha, ha! keep time: how sour sweet music is, When time is broke and no proportion kept! So is it in the music of men's lives.
Page 138 - There is a gentle nymph not far from hence, That with moist curb sways the smooth Severn stream: Sabrina is her name: a virgin pure; Whilom she was the daughter of Locrine, That had the sceptre from his father Brute. She, guiltless damsel, flying the mad pursuit Of her enraged stepdame, Guendolen, 830 Commended her fair innocence to the flood That stayed her flight with his cross-flowing course. The water-nymphs, that in the bottom played, Held up their pearled wrists, and took her in, Bearing her...
Page 168 - Toll for the brave! The brave that are no more! All sunk beneath the wave, Fast by their native shore ! Eight hundred of the brave, Whose courage well was tried, Had made the vessel heel, And laid her on her side. A land-breeze shook the shrouds, And she was overset; Down went the Royal George, With all her crew complete.
Page 46 - Night sank upon the dusky beach, and on the purple sea, Such night in England ne'er had been, nor e'er again shall be. From Eddystone to Berwick bounds, from Lynn to Milford Bay, That time of slumber was as bright and busy as the day; For swift to east and swift to west the ghastly warflame spread, High on St.