Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ( 10 of 238 )
Shepherds at the grange,
Where the Babe was born,
Sang with many a change,
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Shepherds at the grange,
Where the Babe was born,
Sang with many a change,
Christmas carols until morn.
They, the holy ones and weakly,
Who the cross of suffering bore,
Folded their pale hands so read more
They, the holy ones and weakly,
Who the cross of suffering bore,
Folded their pale hands so meekly,
Spake with us on earth no more!
Our pleasures and our discontents,
Are rounds by which we may ascend.
Our pleasures and our discontents,
Are rounds by which we may ascend.
Day of the Lord, as all our days should be!
Day of the Lord, as all our days should be!
The things that have been and shall be no more,
The things that are, and that hereafter shall be,
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The things that have been and shall be no more,
The things that are, and that hereafter shall be,
The things that might have been, and yet were not,
The fading twilight of joys departed.
This is the forest primeval.
This is the forest primeval.
Good-night! good-night! as we so oft have said
Beneath this roof at midnight, in the days
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Good-night! good-night! as we so oft have said
Beneath this roof at midnight, in the days
That are no more, and shall no more return.
Thou hast but taken up thy lamp and gone to bed;
I stay a little longer, as one stays
To cover up the embers that still burn.
Be still, sad heart, and cease repining;
Behind the clouds the sun is shining;
Thy fate is read more
Be still, sad heart, and cease repining;
Behind the clouds the sun is shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary.
When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music.
When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music.
A solid man of Boston;
A comfortable man with dividends,
And the first salmon and the first read more
A solid man of Boston;
A comfortable man with dividends,
And the first salmon and the first green peas.
