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Σελίδα 13
... wind ; and the jolly face of the fiddler Glowed like a living coal when the ashes are blown from the embers . Gaily the old man sang to the vibrant sound of his fiddle , Tous les Bourgeois de Chartres , and Le Carillon de Dunkerque ...
... wind ; and the jolly face of the fiddler Glowed like a living coal when the ashes are blown from the embers . Gaily the old man sang to the vibrant sound of his fiddle , Tous les Bourgeois de Chartres , and Le Carillon de Dunkerque ...
Σελίδα 25
... wind in the forest , Mixed with the whoop of the crane and the roar of the grim alligator . Thus ere another noon they emerged from those shades ; and before them Lay , in the golden sun , the lakes of the Atchafalaya . Water - lilies ...
... wind in the forest , Mixed with the whoop of the crane and the roar of the grim alligator . Thus ere another noon they emerged from those shades ; and before them Lay , in the golden sun , the lakes of the Atchafalaya . Water - lilies ...
Σελίδα 27
... wind through the tree - tops Shakes down the rattling rain in a crystal shower on the branches . With such a prelude as this , and hearts that throbbed with emotion , Slowly they entered the Têche , where it flows through the green ...
... wind through the tree - tops Shakes down the rattling rain in a crystal shower on the branches . With such a prelude as this , and hearts that throbbed with emotion , Slowly they entered the Têche , where it flows through the green ...
Σελίδα 32
... Wind - river Mountains , Through the Sweet - water Valley precipitate leaps the Nebraska ; And to the south , from Fountaine - qui - bout and the Spanish sierras , Fretted with sands and rocks , and swept by the winds of the desert ...
... Wind - river Mountains , Through the Sweet - water Valley precipitate leaps the Nebraska ; And to the south , from Fountaine - qui - bout and the Spanish sierras , Fretted with sands and rocks , and swept by the winds of the desert ...
Σελίδα 34
... wind , and whispered love to the maiden , Till she followed his green and waving plume through the forest , And never more returned , nor was seen again by her people . Silent with wonder and strange surprise , Evangeline listened To ...
... wind , and whispered love to the maiden , Till she followed his green and waving plume through the forest , And never more returned , nor was seen again by her people . Silent with wonder and strange surprise , Evangeline listened To ...
Συχνά εμφανιζόμενοι όροι και φράσεις
Acadian Alden Angel answered arrows beautiful behold bells beneath birds breath bright clouds cried CUTH Dacotahs dark dead death door dream earth ELSIE Evangeline eyes face father fear feet Filled flowers forest gazed gleam golden grave hand hast hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha Hoheneck holy John Alden Kenabeek King Olaf land Laughing Laughing Water light listen little Hiawatha look Lord loud LUCIF maiden meadow Miles Standish Minnesinger Mondamin monk moon morning Mudjekeewis night Nokomis o'er Osseo passed Pau-Puk-Keewis Plymouth prayer Prince Priscilla river rose round sail Salern Sandalphon sang seemed shadows shining Sigrid the Haughty silent singing sleep song Song of Hiawatha sorrow soul sound spake stand stars stood strong sunshine sweet Tharaw thee thought unto village voice walls wampum wandered wave Wenonah whispered wigwam wild wind words youth
Δημοφιλή αποσπάσματα
Σελίδα 144 - The heights by great men reached and kept, Were not attained by sudden flight ; But they, while their companions slept, Were toiling upward in the night.
Σελίδα 113 - Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each, burning deed and thought.
Σελίδα 62 - Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State ! Sail on, O UNION, strong and great : Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, Is hanging breathless on thy fate...
Σελίδα 45 - 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, shall take heart again.
Σελίδα 484 - If the British march By land or sea from the town to-night, Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch Of the North Church tower as a signal light,— One, if by land, and two, if by sea; And I on the opposite shore will be, Ready to ride and spread the alarm Through every Middlesex village and farm, For the country folk to be up and to arm.
Σελίδα 286 - A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts." I remember the black wharves and the slips, And the sea-tides tossing free ; And Spanish sailors with bearded lips. And the beauty and mystery of the ships, And the magic of the sea. And the voice of that wayward song Is singing and saying still: "A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Σελίδα 93 - He wrapped her warm in his seaman's coat, Against the stinging blast ; He cut a rope from a broken spar, And bound her to the mast. " O father ! I hear the church-bells ring, O, say, what may it be?
Σελίδα 92 - IT was the schooner Hesperus, That sailed the wintry sea; And the skipper had taken his little daughter, To bear him company. Blue were her eyes as the fairy-flax, 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.
Σελίδα 49 - Spake full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine, When he called the flowers, so blue and golden, Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine.
Σελίδα 45 - There is a Reaper, whose name is Death, And, with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between. 'Shall I have nought that is fair?' saith he, 'Have nought but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again.