Evangeline: Courtship of Miles Standish. Favorite PoemsHoughton, Mifflin, 1866 - 95 σελίδες |
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Σελίδα 21
... thou hast ever thy jest and thy ballad ! Ever in cheerfullest mood art thou , when others are filled with Gloomy forebodings of ill , and see only ruin be- fore them . Happy art thou , as if every day thou hadst picked up a horseshoe ...
... thou hast ever thy jest and thy ballad ! Ever in cheerfullest mood art thou , when others are filled with Gloomy forebodings of ill , and see only ruin be- fore them . Happy art thou , as if every day thou hadst picked up a horseshoe ...
Σελίδα 25
... thou hast heard the talk in the village , And , perchance , canst tell us some news of these ships and their errand . " Then with modest demeanor made answer the notary - public , 66 Gossip enough have I heard , in sooth , yet am never ...
... thou hast heard the talk in the village , And , perchance , canst tell us some news of these ships and their errand . " Then with modest demeanor made answer the notary - public , 66 Gossip enough have I heard , in sooth , yet am never ...
Σελίδα 50
... hearts as tender and true , and spirits as loyal ? Here is Baptiste Leblanc , the notary's son , who has loved thee Many a tedious year ; come , give him thy hand and be happy ! Thou art too fair to be left to braid St. 50 EVANGELINE .
... hearts as tender and true , and spirits as loyal ? Here is Baptiste Leblanc , the notary's son , who has loved thee Many a tedious year ; come , give him thy hand and be happy ! Thou art too fair to be left to braid St. 50 EVANGELINE .
Σελίδα 51
Courtship of Miles Standish. Favorite Poems Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Thou art too fair to be left to braid St. Cathe rine's tresses . ' وو Then would Evangeline answer , serenely but sadly , " I cannot ! Whither my heart has gone ...
Courtship of Miles Standish. Favorite Poems Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Thou art too fair to be left to braid St. Cathe rine's tresses . ' وو Then would Evangeline answer , serenely but sadly , " I cannot ! Whither my heart has gone ...
Σελίδα 72
... thou so near unto me , and yet I cannot be- hold thee ? Art thou so near unto me , and yet thy voice does not reach me ? Ah ! how often thy feet have trod this path to the prairie ! Ah ! how often thine eyes have looked on the woodlands ...
... thou so near unto me , and yet I cannot be- hold thee ? Art thou so near unto me , and yet thy voice does not reach me ? Ah ! how often thy feet have trod this path to the prairie ! Ah ! how often thine eyes have looked on the woodlands ...
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Evangeline: Courtship of Miles Standish. Favorite Poems Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Πλήρης προβολή - 1880 |
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Acadian aloft angel beautiful behold beneath blossoms breath BRIDAINE bright burning Captain of Plymouth celestial cloud dark dead door dream dreary earth Evangeline Evangeline's Excelsior eyes face farmer Father Favorite Poems fire Flanders floating flowers footsteps forest Forever never Forever-never Gabriel gazed gleam golden Grand-Pré grave hand hear heard heart heaven Indian iron tongue John Alden Julius Cæsar labor land laughed light lips look loud maiden martial music meadows Miles Standish mist moon morning Never forever night o'er ocean Ozark Mountains passed phantom prairies prayer priest Priscilla Puritan rain red planet Mars river rose sail Sandalphon seemed shadow shining shore silent Singing slumbered smile snow song sorrow soul sound spake stairs stands stars stood strong sunshine sweet swift tears thee thou thought tide tremulous unto village voice walls weary wild wind wonder words youth
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Σελίδα 27 - His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Σελίδα 88 - BETWEEN the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour. I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet, The sound of a door that is opened, And voices soft and sweet. From my study I see in the lamplight, Descending the broad hall stair, Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra, And Edith with golden hair.
Σελίδα 12 - Trust no future, howe'er pleasant ! Let the dead past bury its dead! Act, act in the living present! Heart within and God o'erhead ! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime.
Σελίδα 21 - 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. Stars they are, wherein we read our history, As astrologers and seers of eld ; Yet not wrapped about with awful mystery, Like the burning stars, which they beheld.
Σελίδα 25 - Past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast, And the days are dark and dreary. Be still, sad heart ! and cease repining ; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining ; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.
Σελίδα 24 - THE day is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary ; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary.
Σελίδα 19 - 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 firelight 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...
Σελίδα 63 - I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist...
Σελίδα 31 - 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 37 - THE shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner, with the strange device, Excelsior...