 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1877 - 400 Seiten
...sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain. Come, read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe this restless feeling, And banish...distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of Time. Life's endless toil and endeavor ; And to-night I long for rest. Read from some humbler poet, Whose... | |
 | R Roach Pittis - 424 Seiten
...alone but for all ; for true delineations of nature and character we turned to "The grand old masters, The bards sublime, Whose distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of time." The literature of the Elizabethan era owed not a little to the great Queen herself, who did much to... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1878 - 240 Seiten
...sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain. Come, read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe this restless feeling, And banish...Their mighty thoughts suggest Life's endless toil and endeavour ; And to-night I long for rest. Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1878 - 442 Seiten
...Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe this restless feeling, And banish the thoughts.of day. Not from the grand old masters, Not from the...toil and endeavor ; And to-night I long for rest. Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart, Who, through long days of labor, And... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1878 - 660 Seiten
...to me some poem, t-oine simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe this restless feeling, And bamsh the thoughts of day. Not from the grand old masters,...strains of martial music, Their mighty thoughts suggest I Life's endless toil and endeavour ; And to-night I long for rest. Read from some humbler poet, Whose... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1879 - 336 Seiten
...sorrow only As the mist resembles rain. Come, read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe this restless feeling, And banish...toil and endeavor ; And to-night I long for rest. Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart As showers from the clouds of summer... | |
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Read from some humbler poet. Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start... 
