Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ( 8 of 238 )
He the sweetest of all singers.
He the sweetest of all singers.
He heard the convent bell,
Suddenly in the silence ringing
For the service of noonday.
He heard the convent bell,
Suddenly in the silence ringing
For the service of noonday.
I stood on the bridge at midnight,
As the clocks were striking the hour,
And the moon read more
I stood on the bridge at midnight,
As the clocks were striking the hour,
And the moon rose over the city,
Behind the dark church tower.
Bell, thou soundest merrily,
When the bridal party
To the church doth hie!
Bell, read more
Bell, thou soundest merrily,
When the bridal party
To the church doth hie!
Bell, thou soundest solemnly,
When, on Sabbath morning,
Fields deserted lie!
An angel with a trumpet said,
"Forever more, forever more,
The reign of violence is o'er!"
An angel with a trumpet said,
"Forever more, forever more,
The reign of violence is o'er!"
Kind messages, that pass from land to land;
Kind letters, that betray the heart's deep history,
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Kind messages, that pass from land to land;
Kind letters, that betray the heart's deep history,
In which we feel the pressure of a hand,--
One touch of fire,--and all the rest is mystery!
Resolve, and thou art free.
Resolve, and thou art free.
The tide rises, the tide falls,
The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;
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The tide rises, the tide falls,
The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;
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The little waves, with their soft, white hands,
Efface the footprints in the sands,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.
