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Σελίδα 17
... speak , but findeth no language ; All his thoughts were congealed into lines on his face , as the vapours Freeze in fantastic shapes on the window - panes in the winter . Then Evangeline lighted the brazen lamp on the table , Filled ...
... speak , but findeth no language ; All his thoughts were congealed into lines on his face , as the vapours Freeze in fantastic shapes on the window - panes in the winter . Then Evangeline lighted the brazen lamp on the table , Filled ...
Σελίδα 27
... Speaking words of endearment where words of comfort availed not . Thus to the Gaspereau's mouth moved on that mournful pro- cession . There disorder prevailed , and the tumult and stir of embarking . Busily plied the freighted boats ...
... Speaking words of endearment where words of comfort availed not . Thus to the Gaspereau's mouth moved on that mournful pro- cession . There disorder prevailed , and the tumult and stir of embarking . Busily plied the freighted boats ...
Σελίδα 30
... before them ; And as they turned at length to speak to their silent companion , Lo ! from his seat he had fallen , and stretched abroad on the sea - shore Motionless lay his form , from which the soul had 30 EVANGELINE.
... before them ; And as they turned at length to speak to their silent companion , Lo ! from his seat he had fallen , and stretched abroad on the sea - shore Motionless lay his form , from which the soul had 30 EVANGELINE.
Σελίδα 43
... speaking only of thee and his troubles , He at length had become so tedious to men and to maidens , Tedious even to me , that at length I bethought me , and sent him Unto the town of Adayes to trade for mules with the Spaniards . Thence ...
... speaking only of thee and his troubles , He at length had become so tedious to men and to maidens , Tedious even to me , that at length I bethought me , and sent him Unto the town of Adayes to trade for mules with the Spaniards . Thence ...
Σελίδα 45
... Speaking these words , he blew a wrathful cloud from his nostrils , And his huge , brawny hand came thundering down on the table , So that the guests all started ; and Father Felician , astounded , Suddenly paused , with a pinch of ...
... Speaking these words , he blew a wrathful cloud from his nostrils , And his huge , brawny hand came thundering down on the table , So that the guests all started ; and Father Felician , astounded , Suddenly paused , with a pinch of ...
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Acadian angels answer arrows beautiful behold BELFRY OF BRUGES bell beneath birds blessed bosom breath bright Chibiabos Chispa clouds Dacotahs dance dark dead death dream earth Edenhall Elsie Evangeline eyes face father fear flowers forest Friar Gipsy gleam golden grave Guy de Dampierre hand hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha holy John Alden Kenabeek Kwasind land Lara Laughing Water light lips look loud Lucifer maiden meadow Miles Standish Minnehaha Mondamin moon morning night o'er old Nokomis Osseo Padre pass Pau-Puk-Keewis Pray prayer Prec Preciosa Prince Henry rise river rose round sail sang shadow shining silent singing sleep smile song Song of Hiawatha sorrow soul sound spake spirit stand Standish stars stood sunshine sweet Tharaw thee thou art thought unto Vict village voice wampum wandered waves weary whispered wigwam wild wind words youth
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Σελίδα 209 - Down the dark future, through long generations, The echoing sounds grow fainter and then cease ; And like a bell, with solemn, sweet vibrations, I hear once more the voice of Christ say, "Peace !" Peace ! and no longer from its brazen portals The blast of War's great organ shakes the skies ! But beautiful as songs of the immortals, The holy melodies of love arise.
Σελίδα 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, Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day. Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled...
Σελίδα 169 - 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.
Σελίδα 145 - Her cheeks like the dawn of day, And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds, That ope in the month of May. The skipper he stood beside the helm, His pipe was in his mouth, And he watched how the veering flaw did blow The smoke now West, now South. Then up and spake an old Sailor, Had sailed the Spanish Main, "I pray thee, put into yonder port, For I fear a hurricane. "Last night, the moon had a golden ring, And to-night no moon we see!
Σελίδα 235 - And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies. Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That, follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares that infest the day, Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
Σελίδα 147 - And ever the fitful gusts between A sound came from the land ; It was the sound of the trampling surf, On the rocks and the hard sea-sand.
Σελίδα 3 - THIS is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight, Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic, Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms.
Σελίδα 255 - THOUGH the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small ; Though with patience he stands waiting, with exactness grinds he all.
Σελίδα 287 - THE BUILDERS. 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.
Σελίδα 777 - A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts." I remember the sea-fight far away, How it thundered o'er the tide, And the dead captains, as they lay In their graves, o'erlooking the tranquil bay, Where they in battle died. And the sound of that mournful song Goes through me with a thrill : " A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.