Final Memorials of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Nide 2

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Ticknor, 1887 - 447 sivua
 

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Sivu 289 - Of aspect more sublime: that blessed mood In which the burthen of the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world, Is lightened; that serene and blessed mood, In which the affections gently lead us on, Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul...
Sivu 299 - And that which should accompany old age, As honor, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud, but deep, mouth-honor, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Sivu 22 - Then from a neighboring thicket the mockingbird, wildest of singers, Swinging aloft on a willow spray that hung o'er the water, Shook from his little throat such floods of delirious music, That the whole air and the woods and the waves seemed silent to listen...
Sivu 134 - AT the close of the day, when the hamlet is still, And mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove, When nought but the torrent is heard on the hill, And nought but the nightingale's song in the grove...
Sivu 406 - Blest ! — but more blest, whom Summer's heat, Whom Spring's impulsive stir and beat, Have taught no feverish lure ; Whose Muse, benignant and serene, Still keeps his Autumn chaplet green Because his verse is pure ! Lie calm, O white and laureate head ! Lie calm, O Dead, that art not dead, Since from the voiceless grave, Thy voice shall speak to old and young While song yet speaks an English tongue By Charles...
Sivu 187 - Thus the ideas, as well as children, of our youth often die before us : and our minds represent to us those tombs to which we are approaching ; where though the brass and marble remain, yet the inscriptions are effaced by time, and the imagery moulders away.
Sivu 277 - It is a pleasure to stand upon the shore and to see ships tossed upon the sea; a pleasure to stand in the window of a castle and to see a battle and the adventures thereof below; but no pleasure is comparable to the standing upon the vantage ground of truth...
Sivu 403 - The naked hulk alongside came, And the twain were casting dice; "The game is done! I've won! I've won!
Sivu 124 - I've won ! I've won !" Quoth she, and whistles thrice. A gust of wind sterte up behind And whistled through his bones ; Through the holes of his eyes and the hole of his mouth, Half whistles and half groans.
Sivu 357 - It is too late ! Ah, nothing is too late Till the tired heart shall cease to palpitate.

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