The Courtship of Miles Standish, and Minor Poems[The] MacMillan Company, 1918 - 248 Seiten |
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... Ship · · 130 Seaweed · 143 The Secret of the Sea Twilight Sir Humphrey Gilbert . The Lighthouse · The Fire of Driftwood Resignation . The Builders Birds of Passage Gaspar Becerra Pegasus in Pound • · 145 • • 146 · 147 · 149 • · 151 ...
... Ship · · 130 Seaweed · 143 The Secret of the Sea Twilight Sir Humphrey Gilbert . The Lighthouse · The Fire of Driftwood Resignation . The Builders Birds of Passage Gaspar Becerra Pegasus in Pound • · 145 • • 146 · 147 · 149 • · 151 ...
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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... Ship and such reflective poems as The Psalm of Life , The Day is Done , San- dalphon , Resignation , Fire of Driftwood , and many others . ( For a study of the structure of poetry see C. F. Johnson's Forms of English Poetry , American ...
... Ship and such reflective poems as The Psalm of Life , The Day is Done , San- dalphon , Resignation , Fire of Driftwood , and many others . ( For a study of the structure of poetry see C. F. Johnson's Forms of English Poetry , American ...
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... ship . Oft in my lonely hours have I thought of the maiden Priscilla . She is alone in the world ; her father and mother and brother Died in the winter together ; I saw her going and com- ing , Now to the dying , grave 140 of the dead ...
... ship . Oft in my lonely hours have I thought of the maiden Priscilla . She is alone in the world ; her father and mother and brother Died in the winter together ; I saw her going and com- ing , Now to the dying , grave 140 of the dead ...
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... me ; Surely you cannot refuse what I ask in the name of our friendship ! " . 180 Then made answer John Alden : " The name of friend ship is sacred : What you demand in that name , I have not THE COURTSHIP OF MILES STANDISH 11.
... me ; Surely you cannot refuse what I ask in the name of our friendship ! " . 180 Then made answer John Alden : " The name of friend ship is sacred : What you demand in that name , I have not THE COURTSHIP OF MILES STANDISH 11.
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
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.