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- Herausgeber: Booksell-Verlag
- Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
- Sprache: Englisch
In "Birds of Passage," Henry Wadsworth Longfellow presents a tapestry of lyrical poetry that embodies the themes of migration, longing, and the quest for identity. The collection, released in 1858, features a variety of poetic forms and styles that reflect Longfellow's mastery of language and his ability to blend personal experience with broader cultural narratives. His verse often draws on mythological and historical allusions, intertwining the natural world's beauty with the profundities of human emotion, a hallmark of the Romantic literary movement in which he was a prominent figure. Longfellow, a distinguished American poet and educator, was deeply influenced by his own experiences of travel and loss, which resonate throughout this collection. Born in Portland, Maine, and having traveled extensively in Europe, Longfellow's fascination with different cultures and his keen observation of nature became vital to his poetic voice. His position as a professor at Harvard and his involvement in literary circles provided him with the intellectual depth necessary to navigate themes of existential inquiry alongside accessible beauty. "Birds of Passage" is a compelling read that invites readers to explore their own transient experiences through Longfellow's evocative imagery and profound insights. This collection is an essential addition to the library of anyone seeking to understand the interplay of nature, identity, and the human spirit in the context of 19th-century American poetry. In this enriched edition, we have carefully created added value for your reading experience: - A succinct Introduction situates the work's timeless appeal and themes. - The Synopsis outlines the central plot, highlighting key developments without spoiling critical twists. - A detailed Historical Context immerses you in the era's events and influences that shaped the writing. - An Author Biography reveals milestones in the author's life, illuminating the personal insights behind the text. - A thorough Analysis dissects symbols, motifs, and character arcs to unearth underlying meanings. - Reflection questions prompt you to engage personally with the work's messages, connecting them to modern life. - Hand‐picked Memorable Quotes shine a spotlight on moments of literary brilliance. - Interactive footnotes clarify unusual references, historical allusions, and archaic phrases for an effortless, more informed read.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020
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Birds of Passage
Table of Contents
Flight the First
Birds of Passage
Prometheus, or the Poet's Forethought
Epimetheus, or the Poet's Afterthought
The Ladder of St. Augustine
The Phantom Ship
The Warden of the Cinque Ports
Haunted Houses
In the Churchyard at Cambridge
The Emperor's Bird's-Nest
The Two Angels
Daylight and Moonlight
The Jewish Cemetery at Newport
Oliver Basselin
Victor Galbraith
My Lost Youth
The Ropewalk
The Golden Mile-Stone
Catawba Wine
Santa Filomena
The Discoverer of the North Cape
Daybreak
The Fiftieth Birthday of Agassiz
Children
Sandalphon
Flight the Second
The Children's Hour
Enceladus
The Cumberland
Snow-Flakes
A Day of Sunshine
Something Left Undone
Weariness
Flight the Third
Fata Morgana
The Haunted Chamber
The Meeting
Vox Populi
The Castle-Builder
Changed
The Challenge
The Brook and the Wave
Aftermath
Flight the Fourth
Charles Sumner
Travels by the Fireside
Cadenabbia
Monte Cassino
Amalfi
The Sermon of St. Francis
Belisarius
Songo River
Flight the Fifth
The Herons of Elmwood
A Dutch Picture
Castles in Spain
Vittoria Colonna
The Revenge of Rain-in-the-Face
To the River Yvette
The Emperor's Glove
A Ballad of the French Fleet
The Leap of Roushan Beg
Haroun Al Raschid
King Trisanku
A Wraith in the Mist
The Three Kings
Song: "Stay, Stay at Home, my Heart, and Rest."
The White Czar
Delia
For other versions of this work, see Birds of Passage (Longfellow poem).
Black shadows fall From the lindens tall, That lift aloft their massive wall Against the southern sky;
And from the realms Of the shadowy elms A tide-like darkness overwhelms The fields that round us lie.
But the night is fair, And everywhere A warm, soft vapor fills the air, And distant sounds seem near,
And above, in the light Of the star-lit night, Swift birds of passage wing their flight Through the dewy atmosphere.
I hear the beat Of their pinions fleet, As from the land of snow and sleet They seek a southern lea.
I hear the cry Of their voices high Falling dreamily through the sky, But their forms I cannot see.
O, say not so! Those sounds that flow In murmurs of delight and woe Come not from wings of birds.
They are the throngs Of the poet's songs, Murmurs of pleasures, and pains, and wrongs, The sound of winged words.
This is the cry Of souls, that high On toiling, beating pinions, fly, Seeking a warmer clime,
From their distant flight Through realms of light It falls into our world of night, With the murmuring sound of rhyme.
Prometheus, or the Poet's Forethought
Of Prometheus, how undaunted On Olympus' shining bastions His audacious foot he planted, Myths are told and songs are chanted, Full of promptings and suggestions.
Beautiful is the tradition Of that flight through heavenly portals, The old classic superstition Of the theft and the transmission Of the fire of the Immortals!
First the deed of noble daring, Born of heavenward aspiration, Then the fire with mortals sharing, Then the vulture,--the despairing Cry of pain on crags Caucasian.
All is but a symbol painted Of the Poet, Prophet, Seer; Only those are crowned and sainted Who with grief have been acquainted, Making nations nobler, freer.
In their feverish exultations, In their triumph and their yearning, In their passionate pulsations, In their words among the nations, The Promethean fire is burning.
Shall it, then, be unavailing, All this toil for human culture? Through the cloud-rack, dark and trailing, Must they see above them sailing O'er life's barren crags the vulture?
Such a fate as this was Dante's, By defeat and exile maddened; Thus were Milton and Cervantes, Nature's priests and Corybantes, By affliction touched and saddened.
But the glories so transcendent That around their memories cluster, And, on all their steps attendant, Make their darkened lives resplendent With such gleams of inward lustre!
All the melodies mysterious, Through the dreary darkness chanted; Thoughts in attitudes imperious, Voices soft, and deep, and serious, Words that whispered, songs that haunted!
All the soul in rapt suspension, All the quivering, palpitating Chords of life in utmost tension, With the fervor of invention, With the rapture of creating!
Ah, Prometheus! heaven-scaling! In such hours of exultation Even the faintest heart, unquailing, Might behold the vulture sailing Round the cloudy crags Caucasian!
Though to all there is not given Strength for such sublime endeavor, Thus to scale the walls of heaven, And to leaven with fiery leaven All the hearts of men for ever;
Yet all bards, whose hearts unblighted Honor and believe the presage, Hold aloft their torches lighted, Gleaming through the realms benighted, As they onward bear the message!
Epimetheus, or the Poet's Afterthought
Have I dreamed? or was it real, What I saw as in a vision, When to marches hymeneal In the land of the Ideal Moved my thought o'er Fields Elysian?
What! are these the guests whose glances Seemed like sunshine gleaming round me? These the wild, bewildering fancies, That with dithyrambic dances As with magic circles bound me?
Ah! how cold are their caresses! Pallid cheeks, and haggard bosoms! Spectral gleam their snow-white dresses, And from loose dishevelled tresses Fall the hyacinthine blossoms!
O my songs! whose winsome measures Filled my heart with secret rapture! Children of my golden leisures! Must even your delights and pleasures Fade and perish with the capture?
Fair they seemed, those songs sonorous, When they came to me unbidden; Voices single, and in chorus, Like the wild birds singing o'er us In the dark of branches hidden.
