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id: 13830
title: The Wreck of the Hesperus
author: Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth
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  from memory when the poet Longfellow chose the spot as a background than this ballad in the quaint, old-time style, with its nervous energy and sonorous rhythm, wherein one hears the trampling of waves and daring, scornful skipper, and the gentle, devout maiden, in the midst of THIS EDITION OF THE WRECK OF THE HESPERUS IS PUBLISHED BY SPECIAL [Illustration: The Wreck of the Hesperus] And the skipper had taken his little daughter The skipper he stood beside the helm, The skipper he blew a whiff from his pipe, And the billows frothed like yeast. Like a sheeted ghost, the vessel swept On the rocks and the hard sea-sand, Like a vessel of glass, she strove and sank, The salt sea was frozen on her breast, And he saw her hair, like the brown sea-weed, Such was the wreck of the Hesperus, In the midnight and the snow!


id: 23332
title: Greetings from Longfellow
author: Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth
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  (http://www.gutenberg.net/dirs/2/3/3/3/23332/23332-h/23332-h.htm) (http://www.gutenberg.net/dirs/2/3/3/3/23332/23332-h.zip) Sail on, O Union, strong and great! Were shaped the anchors of thy hope! Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee, Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears, Waits the rising of the sun. As in the days of her youth, Evangeline rose in his vision. Vanished the vision away, but Evangeline knelt by his bedside. Vainly he strove to rise; and Evangeline, kneeling beside him, Kissed his dying lips, and laid his head on her bosom. All was ended now, the hope, and the fear, and the sorrow, All the aching of heart, the restless, unsatisfied longing. O little feet! Must wander on through hopes and fears, O little hearts! O little souls! That they might touch the hearts of men, Playing the music of our dreams. But the great Master said, "I see No best in kind, but in degree;


id: 19
title: The Song of Hiawatha
author: Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth
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  Like the tree-tops of the forest, Sat the little Hiawatha; Saw the moon rise from the water There he waited till the deer came, "Welcome!" said he, "Hiawatha, Long and loud laughed Hiawatha! Tresses flowing like the water, Filled the heart of Hiawatha? Long he looked at Hiawatha, Came with food for Hiawatha, Like a yellow water-lily. Like a yellow water-lily. Like a birch log in the water, Till the water-flags and rushes Heard the shout of Hiawatha, Till he felt a great heart beating, Till the listening Hiawatha Hiawatha waits your coming!" Till at sunset Hiawatha, Warning said the old Nokomis; Gravely then said old Nokomis: Sat his daughter, Laughing Water, Till from Hiawatha''s wigwam In those days said Hiawatha, Thus said Hiawatha, walking In her wigwam Laughing Water Glistened like the sun in water; Homeward now came Hiawatha Flying in great flocks, like arrows, Minneha''ha, Laughing Water; wife of Hiawatha;


id: 5436
title: Hyperion
author: Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth
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  And here her large, dark, passionate eyes looked into Flemming''s, "I like such a storm as this," said Flemming, who stood at the "I remember an old English comedy," said Flemming laughing, "in Thou art old, and mad!--Shall I look society in the face and say, "I think," said Flemming, "that it is very much like Jean Paul''s owl-tower," said the Baron to Flemming, as they passed along the the ideal, they live in this green world, like the little child in "The old ruin looks well from the valley," said the Baron; "but "After all," said Flemming, "the old French priest was not so far Calm, like a god, the old man sat; and with "Poor old man," said Flemming; "He is as much a ruin as the child he met; and to every old man, said in passing, "God bless of Flemming, like a cold wind over the flowers in spring-time.


id: 2039
title: Evangeline: A Tale of Acadie
author: Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth
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  Men whose lives glided on like rivers that water the woodlands, Lingered long in Evangeline''s heart, and filled it with gladness. Streamed through the windows, and lighted the room, till the heart of the maiden Long ere noon, in the village all sounds of labor were silenced. Long at her father''s door Evangeline stood, with her right hand All day long the wains came laboring down from the village. Cheered by the good man''s words, Evangeline labored and waited. Over Evangeline''s face at the words of Basil a shade passed. Long under Basil''s roof had he lived like a god on Olympus, Like the sweet thoughts of love on a darkened and devious spirit. Breathed like the evening wind, and whispered love to the maiden, Filled with the thoughts of love was Evangeline''s heart, but a secret, But on Evangeline''s heart fell his words as in winter the snow-flakes


id: 10490
title: The Golden Legend
author: Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth
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  _Prince Henry (drinking)._ It is like a draught of fire! _Prince Henry (sinking back)._ O thou voice within my breast! And thou wilt find in thy heart again _Prince Henry._ Just as thou hast been doing _Prince Henry._ Wouldst thou have done so, Elsie? _Elsie._ That for our dear Prince Henry''s sake _Prince Henry._ But this deed, is it good or evil? _Prince Henry._ Give me thy holy benediction. _Prince Henry._ O Elsie! _Prince Henry._ But come away; we have not time to look. PRINCE HENRY _and_ ELSIE, _with their attendants, on Falls like a shadow on the life to come. _Prince Henry._ We must all die, and not the old alone; PRINCE HENRY _and_ ELSIE _crossing, with attendants._ _Prince Henry._ Thou art St. Catherine, and invisible angels _Prince Henry._ Angel of God! _Prince Henry._ Would I had not come here PRINCE HENRY _and_ ELSIE _standing on the terrace at


id: 44398
title: Poems on Slavery
author: Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth
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  [The following poems, with one exception, were written at sea, in the The great work ended, were dismissed and fed Like Luther''s, in the days of old, Like the prophetic voice, that cried From morn till night he followed their flight, With a voice so wild and free, For Death had illumined the Land of Sleep, Their falling chains shall be. A poor old slave, infirm and lame; VOICES OF THE NIGHT. PROFESSOR OF CHEMISTRY IN THE UNIVERSITY OF GIESSEN, ETC. PROFESSOR OF CHEMISTRY IN THE UNIVERSITY OF GIESSEN, ETC. PROFESSOR OF MEDICINE AND CHEMISTRY IN THE UNIVERSITY AND KING''S ERVING PROFESSOR OF CHEMISTRY IN HARVARD UNIVERSITY. ERVING PROFESSOR OF CHEMISTRY IN HARVARD UNIVERSITY. PROFESSOR OF MODERN HISTORY IN THE UNIVERSITY OF CAMBRIDGE. PROFESSOR OF ANCIENT AND MODERN HISTORY IN HARVARD UNIVERSITY. ERVING PROFESSOR OF CHEMISTRY AND MINERALOGY IN HARVARD UNIVERSITY. AUTHOR OF "VOICES OF THE NIGHT," "HYPERION," ETC.


