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Seite 151 - In the spring a fuller crimson comes upon the robin's breast; In the spring the wanton lapwing gets himself another crest; In the spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd dove; In the spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.
Seite 148 - But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we, Of many far wiser than we ; And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
Seite 101 - ONE sweetly solemn thought Comes to me o'er and o'er; I am nearer home to-day Than I ever have been before; Nearer my Father's house, Where the many mansions be; Nearer the great white throne, Nearer the crystal sea; Nearer the bound of life, Where we lay our burdens down; Nearer leaving the cross! Nearer gaining the crown!
Seite 193 - Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each tomorrow Find us farther than today.
Seite 150 - Tis the place, and all around it, as of old, the curlews call, Dreary gleams about the moorland flying over Locksley Hall; Locksley Hall, that in the distance overlooks the sandy tracts, And the hollow ocean-ridges roaring into cataracts. Many a night from yonder ivied casement, ere I...
Seite 155 - There the passions cramped no longer shall have scope and breathing space; I will take some savage woman, she shall rear my dusky race.
Seite 166 - Thro' weary life this lesson learn, That man was made to mourn. Many and sharp the numerous ills Inwoven with our frame! More pointed still We make ourselves, Regret, remorse, and shame! And man, whose heaven-erected face The smiles of love adorn, Man's inhumanity to man Makes countless thousands mourn...
Seite 202 - A TALE OF AcADIE. THE SEASIDE AND THE FIRESIDE. THE WAIF. A Collection of Poems. Edited by Longfellow, THE ESTRAY. A Collection of Poems. Edited by Longfellow. MR. LONGFELLOW'S PROSE WORKS. HYPERION. A ROMANCE. Price $1.00.
Seite 153 - Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and he bears a laden breast, Full of sad experience, moving toward the stillness of his rest. Hark, my merry comrades call me, sounding on the...
Seite 164 - Or, haply, prest with cares and woes, Too soon thou hast began To wander forth, with me to mourn The miseries of man ! The sun that overhangs yon moors, Out-spreading far and wide, Where hundreds labour to support A haughty lordling's pride ; I've seen yon weary winter-sun Twice forty times return ; And ev'ry time has added proofs That man was made to mourn.