Henry Longfellow - The Complete Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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PRELUDE

FROM THE SPANISH

SONNETS

I

THE GOOD SHEPHERD

(EL BUEN PASTOR)

BY LOPE DE VEGA

II

TO-MORROW

(MANANA)

BY LOPE DE VEGA

III

THE NATIVE LAND

(EL PATRIO CIELO)

IV

THE IMAGE OF GOD

(LA IMAGEN DE DIOS)

BY FRANCISCO DE ALDANA

V

THE BROOK

(A UN ARROYUELO)

ANONYMOUS

ANCIENT SPANISH BALLADS.

I

II

III

VIDA DE SAN MILLAN

BY GONZALO DE BERCEO

SAN MIGUEL, THE CONVENT

(SAN MIGUEL DE LA TUMBA)

BY GONZALO DE BERCEO

SONG

SANTA TERESA'S BOOK-MARK

(LETRILLA QUE LLEVABA POR REGISTRO EN SU BREVIARIO)

BY SANTA TERESA DE AVILA

FROM THE CANCIONEROS

I

EYES SO TRISTFUL, EYES SO TRISTFUL

(OJOS TRISTES, OJOS TRISTES)

BY DIEGO DE SALDANA

II

SOME DAY, SOME DAY

(ALGUNA VEZ)

BY CRISTOBAL DE GASTILLOJO

III

COME, O DEATH, SO SILENT FLYING

(VEN, MUERTE TAN ESCONDIDA)

BY EL COMMENDADOR ESCRIVA

IV

GLOVE OF BLACK IN WHITE HAND BARE

FROM THE SWEDISH AND DANISH

PASSAGES FROM FRITHIOF'S SAGA

BY ESAIAS TEGNER

I

FRITHIOF'S HOMESTEAD

II

A SLEDGE-RIDE ON THE ICE

III

FRITHIOF'S TEMPTATION

IV

FRITHIOF'S FAREWELL

THE CHILDREN OF THE LORD'S SUPPER

BY ESAIAS TEGNER

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KING CHRISTIAN

A NATIONAL SONG OF DENMARK

THE ELECTED KNIGHT

CHILDHOOD

BY JENS IMMANUEL BAGGESEN

FROM THE GERMAN

THE HAPPIEST LAND

THE WAVE

BY CHRISTOPH AUGUST TIEDGE

THE DEAD

BY ERNST STOCKMANN

THE BIRD AND THE SHIP

BY WILHELM MULLER

WHITHER?

BY WILHELM MULLER

BEWARE!

(HUT DU DICH!)

SONG OF THE BELL

THE CASTLE BY THE SEA

BY JOHANN LUDWIG UHLAND

THE BLACK KNIGHT

BY JOHANN LUDWIG UHLAND

SONG OF THE SILENT LAND

BY JOHAN GAUDENZ VON SALISSEEWIS

THE LUCK OF EDENHALL

BY JOHAN LUDWIG UHLAND

THE TWO LOCKS OF HAIR

BY GUSTAV PFIZER

THE HEMLOCK TREE.

ANNIE OF THARAW

BY SIMON DACH

THE STATUE OVER THE CATHEDRAL DOOR

BY JULIUS MOSEN

THE LEGEND OF THE CROSSBILL

BY JULIUS MOSEN

THE SEA HATH ITS PEARLS

BY HEINRICH HEINE

POETIC APHORISMS

FROM THE SINNGEDICHTE OF FRIEDRICH VON LOGAU

MONEY

THE BEST MEDICINES

SIN

POVERTY AND BLINDNESS

LAW OF LIFE

CREEDS

THE RESTLESS HEART

CHRISTIAN LOVE

ART AND TACT

RETRIBUTION

TRUTH

RHYMES

SILENT LOVE

BLESSED ARE THE DEAD

BY SIMON DACH

WANDERER'S NIGHT-SONGS

BY JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE

I

II

REMORSE

BY AUGUST VON PLATEN

FORSAKEN.

ALLAH

BY SIEGFRIED AUGUST MAHLMANN

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FROM THE ANGLO-SAXON

THE GRAVE

BEOWULF'S EXPEDITION TO HEORT.

THE SOUL'S COMPLAINT AGAINST THE BODY

FROM THE ANGLO-SAXON

FROM THE FRENCH

SONG

FROM THE PARADISE OF LOVE

SONG

THE RETURN OF SPRING

BY CHARLES D'ORLEANS

SPRING

BY CHARLES D'ORLEANS

THE CHILD ASLEEP

BY CLOTILDE DE SURVILLE

DEATH OF ARCHBISHOP TURPIN

FROM THE CHANSON DE ROLAND

THE BLIND GIRL OF CASTEL CUILLE

BY JACQUES JASMIN

I

II

III

A CHRISTMAS CAROL

FROM THE NOEI BOURGUIGNON DE GUI BAROZAI

CONSOLATION

BY FRANCOISE MALHERBE

TO CARDINAL RICHELIEU

BY FRANCOIS DE MALHERBE

THE ANGEL AND THE CHILD

BY JEAN REBOUL, THE BAKER OF NISMES

ON THE TERRACE OF THE AIGALADES

BY JOSEPH MERY

TO MY BROOKLET

BY JEAN FRANCOIS DUCIS

BARREGES

BY LEFRANC DE POMPIGNAN

WILL EVER THE DEAR DAYS COME BACK AGAIN?

AT LA CHAUDEAU

BY XAVIER MARMIER

A QUIET LIFE.

THE WINE OF JURANCON

BY CHARLES CORAN

FRIAR LUBIN

BY CLEMENT MAROT

RONDEL

BY JEAN FROISSART

MY SECRET

BY FELIX ARVERS

FROM THE ITALIAN

THE CELESTIAL PILOT

PURGATORIO II. 13-51.

THE TERRESTRIAL PARADISE

PURGATORIO XXVIII. 1-33.

BEATRICE.

PURGATORIO XXX. 13-33, 85-99, XXXI. 13-21.

TO ITALY

BY VINCENZO DA FILICAJA

SEVEN SONNETS AND A CANZONE

I

THE ARTIST

II

FIRE

III

YOUTH AND AGE

IV

OLD AGE

V

TO VITTORIA COLONNA

VI

TO VITTORIA COLONNA

VII

DANTE

VIII

CANZONE

THE NATURE OF LOVE

BY GUIDO GUINIZELLI

FROM THE PORTUGUESE

SONG

BY GIL VICENTE

FROM EASTERN SOURCES

THE FUGITIVE

A TARTAR SONG

I

II

III

THE SIEGE OF KAZAN

THE BOY AND THE BROOK

TO THE STORK

FROM THE LATIN

VIRGIL'S FIRST ECLOGUE

OVID IN EXILE

AT TOMIS, IN BESSARABIA, NEAR THE MOUTHS OF THE DANUBE.

TRISTIA, Book III., Elegy XII.

Pleasant it was, when woods were green,

And winds were soft and low,

To lie amid some sylvan scene.

Where, the long drooping boughs between,

Shadows dark and sunlight sheen

Alternate come and go;

Or where the denser grove receives

No sunlight from above,

But the dark foliage interweaves

In one unbroken roof of leaves,

Underneath whose sloping eaves

The shadows hardly move.

Beneath some patriarchal tree

I lay upon the ground;

His hoary arms uplifted he,

And all the broad leaves over me

Clapped their little hands in glee,

With one continuous sound;—

A slumberous sound, a sound that brings

The feelings of a dream,

As of innumerable wings,

As, when a bell no longer swings,

Faint the hollow murmur rings

O'er meadow, lake, and stream.

And dreams of that which cannot die,

Bright visions, came to me,

As lapped in thought I used to lie,

And gaze into the summer sky,

Where the sailing clouds went by,

Like ships upon the sea;

Dreams that the soul of youth engage

Ere Fancy has been quelled;

Old legends of the monkish page,

Traditions of the saint and sage,

Tales that have the rime of age,

And chronicles of Eld.

And, loving still these quaint old themes,

Even in the city's throng

I feel the freshness of the streams,

That, crossed by shades and sunny gleams,

Water the green land of dreams,

The holy land of song.

Therefore, at Pentecost, which brings

The Spring, clothed like a bride,

When nestling buds unfold their wings,

And bishop's-caps have golden rings,

Musing upon many things,

I sought the woodlands wide.

The green trees whispered low and mild;

It was a sound of joy!

They were my playmates when a child,

And rocked me in their arms so wild!

Still they looked at me and smiled,

As if I were a boy;

And ever whispered, mild and low,

"Come, be a child once more!"

And waved their long arms to and fro,

And beckoned solemnly and slow;

O, I could not choose but go

Into the woodlands hoar—

Into the blithe and breathing air,

Into the solemn wood,

Solemn and silent everywhere

Nature with folded hands seemed there

Kneeling at her evening prayer!

Like one in prayer I stood.

Before me rose an avenue

Of tall and sombrous pines;

Abroad their fan-like branches grew,

And, where the sunshine darted through,

Spread a vapor soft and blue,

In long and sloping lines.

And, falling on my weary brain,

Like a fast-falling shower,

The dreams of youth came back again,

Low lispings of the summer rain,

Dropping on the ripened grain,

As once upon the flower.