The Vision of Sir LaunfalTicknor, Reed, and Fields, 1851 - 33 pagini |
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50 cents 63 cents alms armor Arthur's Behold bleak blossom BOOK boughs breeze camels castle Christmas climes Collection of Poems COMPLETE POETICAL crawl crouched crow crust dark Doth earldom earth Edited by Longfellow Engravings ESSAYS eyes flap Gate gilded mail gives GOETHE'S gold grass green GREENWOOD guess hall happy hath heart heaven HENRY Holy Grail HORACE JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL JOHN G leaves leper light lightsome little bird LONGFELLOW'S MISCELLANEOUS morning mused nearer Nearly ready neath never a leaf night North Countree O'er ounce outstretched poor Portrait PRELUDE Price 50 Price 63 Price 75 cents PROSE WRITINGS PUBLISHED BY TICKNOR rattled REED REJECTED ADDRESSES round sate shed shelter from cold shelterless Shining siege sings Sir Galahad Sir Laun Sir Launfal skies slender snow SONGS soul sprouted stars stood summer tall thee thing Thou also hast tree unscarred VISION OF Sir Vols Volumes wanderer warm wind
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Pagina 16 - The little birds sang as if it were The one day of summer in all the year; And the very leaves seemed to sing on the trees; The castle alone in the landscape lay Like an outpost of winter, dull and gray...
Pagina 18 - As Sir Launfal made morn through the darksome gate, He was 'ware of a leper, crouched by the same, Who begged with his hand and moaned as he sate ; And a loathing over Sir Launfal came ; The sunshine went out of his soul with a thrill, The flesh 'neath his armor 'gan shrink and crawl...
Pagina 30 - An image of Him who died on the tree; Thou also hast had thy crown of thorns, Thou also hast had the world's buffets and scorns, And to thy life were not denied The wounds in the hands and feet and side: Mild Mary's Son, acknowledge me; Behold, through him, I give to Thee!
Pagina 13 - The breeze comes whispering in our ear That dandelions are blossoming near, That maize has sprouted, that streams are flowing, That the river is bluer than the sky, That the robin is plastering his house hard by; And if the breeze kept the good news back, For other couriers we should not lack; We could guess it all by yon heifer's lowing — And hark!
Pagina 19 - Better the blessing of the poor, Though I turn me empty from his door; That is no true alms which the hand can hold; He gives nothing but worthless gold Who gives from a sense of duty...
Pagina 31 - As Sir Launfal mused with a downcast face, A light shone round about the place ; The leper no longer crouched at his side, But stood before him glorified, Shining and tall and fair and straight As the pillar that stood by the Beautiful Gate, — Himself the Gate whereby men can Enter the temple of God in Man.
Pagina 33 - ... stands open now, And the wanderer is welcome to the hall As the hangbird is to the elm-tree bough ; No longer scowl the turrets tall, The Summer's long siege at last is o'er ; When the first poor outcast went in at the door, She entered with him in disguise, And mastered the fortress by surprise ; There is no spot she loves so well on ground, She lingers and smiles there the whole year round ; The meanest serf on Sir Launfal's land Has hall and bower at his command ; And there 's no poor man...
Pagina 24 - ... mosses that downward grew; Sometimes it was carved in sharp relief With quaint arabesques of ice-fern leaf; Sometimes it was simply smooth and clear For the gladness of heaven to shine through, and here He had caught the nodding bulrush-tops And hung them thickly with diamond drops, That crystalled the beams of moon and sun, And made a star of every one: No mortal builder's most rare device Could match this winter-palace of ice...
Pagina 29 - Then nearer and nearer, till, one by one, He can count the camels in the sun, As over the red-hot sands they pass To where, in its slender necklace of grass, The little spring laughed and leapt in the shade, And with its own self like an infant played, And waved its signal of palms. " For Christ's sweet sake, I beg an alms...
Pagina 5 - ... disciples. It was brought into England by Joseph of Arimathea, and remained there, an object of pilgrimage and adoration, for many years in the keeping of his lineal descendants. It was incumbent upon those who had charge of it to be chaste in thought, word, and deed ; but one of the keepers having broken this condition, the Holy Grail disappeared. From that time it was a favorite enterprise of the knights of Arthur's court to go in search of it.