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The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, With a Prefatory Notice by E. Hope
The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow With a Prefatory Notice by E Hope Author:Henry Wadsworth Longfellow General Books publication date: 2009 Original publication date: 1884 Notes: This is a black and white OCR reprint of the original. It has no illustrations and there may be typos or missing text. When you buy the General Books edition of this book you get free trial access to Million-Books.com where you can select from more than a million book... more »s for free. Excerpt: But the voice of nature was too weak ; He took the glittering gold ! Then pale as death grew the maiden's cheek, , Her hands as icy cold. The Slayer led her from the door, He led her by the hand, To be his slave and paramour In a strange and distant land. SONGS. AFTERNOON IN FEBRUARY. THE day is ending The night is descending ; Tho marsh is frozen, The river dead. Through clouds like ashes The red sun flashes On village windows That glimmer red. The snow recommences; The buried fences Mark no longer The road o'er the plain ; While through the meadows, Like fearful shadows, Slowly passes A funeral train. The bell is pealing, And every feeling Within me responds To the dismal knell; Shadows are trailing, My heart is bewailing And tolling within Like a funeral bell. WALTER VOF DER VOGELWEID. VOGELWEID the Minnesinger, When he left this world of ours, Laid his body in the cloister, Under Wiirtzburg's minster towers. And ho gave the monks his treasures, Gave them all with this behest: They should feed the birds at noontide Daily on his place of rest; burg Castle, known in literary history as the " War of Wartburg." Saying, " From these wandering minstrels I hare learned the art of song ; Let me now repay the lessons They have taught so well and long." Thus the bard of love departed ; And, fulfilling his desire, On his tomb the birds were feasted By the children of the choir. Day by day, o'er tower and turret, In foul weather and in fair, Day by day, in vaster numbers, Flocked the poets of the air. On the tree whose ...« less