Longfellow Memorial Address: Before the Alumni of Bowdoin College, July 12, 1882S. Berry, 1882 - 33 pages |
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12 BY REV Alma beautiful Swan Song beloved poet Bowdoin College breathe the notes characteristic of Longfellow's cheer Christ Christianity claimed no homage D. R. GOODWIN Dante dead dear distant regions ence England English tongue facts and forms genius gentle glory Goëthe Golden Legend halls grow grand hav religion heart hearts;-the sadness HENRY HENRY W high art honor human ideal ing's poems JOSHUA L JULY 12 legendary John lence lived and died-to Longfellow Longfellow-in that respect Longfellow's poetry MEMORIAL ADDRESS mined sometimes Muse nature ness never have traced noblest Pandora peace and union peace on earth perpetuate the memory pervading tinge poems strengthened poetic prophet proud purity rejoices semi-centennial class simple song of Hiawatha speak spiri mighty spirit stand the granite stand while stand strengthened the highest sup He reverently sweet sympathies tered Trustees and Overseers UNIVERSITY OF MICHIGAN verse voice witchcraft words a benediction Χαίρωμεν
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Page 16 - In the elder days of Art, Builders wrought with greatest care Each minute and unseen part; For the gods see everywhere. Let us do our work as well, Both the unseen and the seen; Make the house where gods may dwell Beautiful, entire, and clean.
Page 3 - Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time — Footprints that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing may take heart again.
Page 6 - There is a poor, blind Samson in this land, Shorn of his strength, and bound in bonds of steel, Who may, in some grim revel, raise his hand, And shake the pillars of this Commonweal, Till the vast Temple of our liberties A shapeless mass of wreck and rubbish lies.
Page 13 - Still stands the forest primeval; but far away from its shadow, Side by side, in their nameless graves, the lovers are sleeping. Under the humble walls of the little Catholic churchyard, In the heart of the city, they lie, unknown and unnoticed. Daily the tides of life go ebbing and flowing beside them, Thousands of throbbing hearts, where theirs are at rest and...
Page 16 - I SHOT an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where ; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong, That it can follow the flight of song ? Long, long afterward, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroke ; And the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend.
Page 18 - For now he haunts his native land As an immortal youth ; his hand Guides every plough ; He sits beside each ingle-nook, His voice is in each rushing brook, Each rustling bough. His presence haunts this room to-night, A form of mingled mist and light From that far coast. Welcome beneath this roof of mine ! Welcome ! this vacant chair is thine, Dear guest and ghost ! HELEN OF TYRE.
Page 12 - I HEARD the bells on Christmas Day Their old, familiar carols play, And wild and sweet The words repeat Of peace on earth, good- will to men ! And thought how, as the day had come, The belfries of all Christendom Had rolled along The unbroken song Of peace on earth, good-will to men...
Page 12 - And in despair I bowed my head ; ' ' There is no peace on earth, " I said ; " For hate is strong. And mocks the song Of peace on earth, good-will to men ! " Then pealed the bells more loud and deep ; ' ' God is not dead ; nor doth He sleep ; The Wrong shall fail, The Right prevail, With peace on earth, good-will to men !
Page 14 - As unto the bow the cord is, So unto the man is woman ; Though she bends him, she obeys him, Though she draws him, yet she follows ; Useless each without the other...
Page 6 - Come to me, O ye children ! And whisper in my ear What the birds and the winds are singing In your sunny atmosphere. For what are all our contrivings, And the wisdom of our books, When compared with your caresses, And the gladness of your looks ? Ye are better than all the ballads That ever were sung or said ; For ye are living poems, And all the rest are dead.