The Courtship of Miles Standish, and Minor Poems[The] MacMillan Company, 1918 - 248 Seiten |
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... - tians . Finally down from its shelf he dragged the ponderous Roman , Seated himself at the window , and opened the book , and in silence Turned o'er the well - worn leaves , where thumb THE COURTSHIP OF MILES STANDISH 5.
... - tians . Finally down from its shelf he dragged the ponderous Roman , Seated himself at the window , and opened the book , and in silence Turned o'er the well - worn leaves , where thumb THE COURTSHIP OF MILES STANDISH 5.
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Turned o'er the well - worn leaves , where thumb - marks thick on the margin , 80 Like the trample of feet , proclaimed the battle was hot- test . Nothing was heard in the room but the hurrying pen of the ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Turned o'er the well - worn leaves , where thumb - marks thick on the margin , 80 Like the trample of feet , proclaimed the battle was hot- test . Nothing was heard in the room but the hurrying pen of the ...
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... o'er the graves of the dead and the hearts of the living , It is the will of the Lord ; and his mercy endureth for- ever ! " So he entered the house ; and the hum of the wheel and the singing Suddenly ceased ; for Priscilla , aroused by ...
... o'er the graves of the dead and the hearts of the living , It is the will of the Lord ; and his mercy endureth for- ever ! " So he entered the house ; and the hum of the wheel and the singing Suddenly ceased ; for Priscilla , aroused by ...
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... o'er fields of dulse , and measureless meadows of sea - grass , 3.50 Blowing o'er rocky wastes , and the grottoes and gardens THE COURTSHIP OF MILES STANDISH 21.
... o'er fields of dulse , and measureless meadows of sea - grass , 3.50 Blowing o'er rocky wastes , and the grottoes and gardens THE COURTSHIP OF MILES STANDISH 21.
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Blowing o'er rocky wastes , and the grottoes and gardens of ocean ! Lay thy cold , moist hand on my burning forehead , and wrap me Close in thy garments of mist , to allay the fever within me ! " Like an ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Blowing o'er rocky wastes , and the grottoes and gardens of ocean ! Lay thy cold , moist hand on my burning forehead , and wrap me Close in thy garments of mist , to allay the fever within me ! " Like an ...
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angels armor ballad beautiful behold BELFRY OF BRUGES breath Cæsar Captain of Plymouth clouds Courtship of Miles dark dead death dreams Edited Elizabeth Appleton England English Epimetheus Euroclydon eyes feel fire Flanders flowers forest forever Forever never friendship Gerfalcon Gleamed golden grave hand Hawthorne's heard heart heaven Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Indian John Alden Julius Cæsar King Knickerbocker Magazine land laugh leaves legend light living Longfellow look Lord loud maiden Mayflower meadow Miles Standish mist night Norsemen Numbers o'er ocean Pecksuot Pilgrims Plymouth poem poet poet's prayer Priscilla Psalm Puritan rain river sail Saint Sandalphon shadows Shakespeare's ship silent singing SKELETON IN ARMOR sleep smile snow soft song soul sound spake Spanish speak stars stood strong sweet thee Thereupon answered thou thought translation unto Victor Galbraith village voice walls wave wild wind woods words youth
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Seite 97 - Week in, week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow ; You can hear him swing his heavy sledge, With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell, When the evening sun is low. And children coming home from school Look in at the open door...
Seite 68 - TELL me not, in mournful numbers, "Life is but an empty dream!" — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real ! Life is earnest ! ; And the grave is not its goal; "Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Seite 143 - We know what Master laid thy keel, What workmen wrought thy ribs of steel, Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope!
Seite 155 - ALL are architects of Fate, Working in these walls of Time ; Some with massive deeds and great, Some with ornaments of rhyme. Nothing useless is, or low ; Each thing in its place is best ; And what seems but idle show Strengthens and supports the rest.
Seite 72 - WHEN the hours of Day are numbered, And the voices of the Night Wake the better soul, that slumbered, To a holy, calm delight; Ere the evening lamps are lighted, And, like phantoms grim and tall, Shadows from the fitful fire-light Dance upon the parlor wall; Then the forms of the departed Enter at the open door; The beloved, the true-hearted, Come to visit me once more...
Seite 94 - Last night, the moon had a golden ring. And to-night no moon we see !" The skipper, he blew a whiff from his pipe, And a scornful laugh laughed he.
Seite 75 - Flowers ; In all places, then, and in all seasons, Flowers expand their light and soul-like wings, Teaching us, by most persuasive reasons, How akin they are to human things.
Seite 121 - I saw her bright reflection In the waters under me, Like a golden goblet falling And sinking into the sea. And far in the hazy distance Of that lovely night in June, The blaze of the flaming furnace Gleamed redder than the moon.
Seite 142 - ... gesture of command, Waved his hand ; And at the word, Loud and sudden there was heard, All around them and below, The sound of hammers, blow on blow, Knocking away the shores and spurs. And see ! she stirs ! She starts, — she moves, — she seems to feel The thrill of life along her keel, And, spurning with her foot the ground, With one exulting, joyous bound, She leaps into the ocean's arms...
Seite 190 - A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.' I remember the gleams and glooms that dart Across the school-boy's brain; The song and the silence in the heart, That in part are prophecies, and in part Are longings wild and vain. And the voice of that fitful song 60 Sings on, and is never still: 'A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.