American Poems: Longfellow: Whittier: Bryant: Holmes: Lowell: EmersonHorace Elisha Scudder Houghton, Mifflin, 1879 - 455 σελίδες |
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Σελίδα 16
... morning , noon , and night , called the people to prayer , in com- memoration of the visit of the angel of the Lord to the Virgin Mary . It was introduced into France in its modern form in the sixteenth century . 50 Columns of pale blue ...
... morning , noon , and night , called the people to prayer , in com- memoration of the visit of the angel of the Lord to the Virgin Mary . It was introduced into France in its modern form in the sixteenth century . 50 Columns of pale blue ...
Σελίδα 22
... morning , Gladdened the earth with its light , and ripened thought into action . She was a woman now , with the heart and hopes of a woman . 133. The French have another saying similar to this , that they were guests going into the ...
... morning , Gladdened the earth with its light , and ripened thought into action . She was a woman now , with the heart and hopes of a woman . 133. The French have another saying similar to this , that they were guests going into the ...
Σελίδα 39
... morning . Now from the country around , from the farms and neighboring hamlets , Came in their holiday dresses the blithe Acadian peasants . Many a glad good - morrow and jocund laugh from the young folk 390 Made the bright air brighter ...
... morning . Now from the country around , from the farms and neighboring hamlets , Came in their holiday dresses the blithe Acadian peasants . Many a glad good - morrow and jocund laugh from the young folk 390 Made the bright air brighter ...
Σελίδα 42
... morning away . And lo ! with a summons sonorous Sounded the bell from its tower , and over the meadows a drum beat . Thronged ere long was the church with men . Without , in the churchyard , Waited the women . They stood by the graves ...
... morning away . And lo ! with a summons sonorous Sounded the bell from its tower , and over the meadows a drum beat . Thronged ere long was the church with men . Without , in the churchyard , Waited the women . They stood by the graves ...
Σελίδα 48
... morning . V. Four times the sun had risen and set ; and now on the fifth day 525 Cheerily called the cock to the sleeping maids of the farm - house . Soon o'er the yellow fields , in silent and mournful procession , Came from the ...
... morning . V. Four times the sun had risen and set ; and now on the fifth day 525 Cheerily called the cock to the sleeping maids of the farm - house . Soon o'er the yellow fields , in silent and mournful procession , Came from the ...
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Acadian Agassiz Annapolis River beauty behold beneath bobolink breath Captain cheer cloud dark door dream England Evangeline eyes face fair father feet fire flowers forest Gabriel gleamed glow golden Grand-Pré grave gray green hand head heard heart heaven hexameter hills Holy Grail human Indian John Alden Jotun Julius Cæsar land lapstone laugh light lips living look Lord loud maiden Mayflower meadows Miles Standish morning mountain murmur nature never night Nova Scotia o'er ocean passed paused Phillips Academy Plymouth poems poet poetry prayer Priscilla Puritan river rock rose round sail SAMUEL SEWALL seemed Sella shade shadow ship shore silent Sir Launfal smile snow song sorrow soul sound spake stood story stream strong summer sunshine sweet thee thou thought tree village voice wall wandered wind winter Witch's Daughter woods words youth
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Σελίδα 354 - And what is so rare as a day in June ? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays : Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten ; Every clod feels a stir of might. An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
Σελίδα 350 - There is Lowell, who's striving Parnassus to climb With a whole bale of isms tied together with rhyme, He might get on alone, spite of brambles and boulders, But he can't with that bundle he has on his shoulders, The top of the hill he will ne'er come nigh reaching Till he learns the .distinction 'twixt singing and preaching...
Σελίδα 17 - Hearty and hale was he, an oak that is covered with snow-flakes; White as the snow were his locks, and his cheeks as brown as the oak-leaves.
Σελίδα 12 - 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 354 - And there's never a leaf nor a blade too mean To be some happy creature's palace; The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer it receives...
Σελίδα 36 - Silently one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven, Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.
Σελίδα 277 - But, when she glanced to the far-off town, White from its hill-slope looking down, The sweet song died, and a vague unrest And a nameless longing filled her breast — A wish, that she hardly dared to own, For something better than she had known.
Σελίδα 279 - Oft when the wine in his glass was red, He longed for the wayside well instead; And closed his eyes on his garnished rooms, To dream of meadows and clover-blooms. And the proud man sighed, with a secret pain, "Ah, that I were free again!
Σελίδα 13 - This is the forest primeval ; but where are the hearts that beneath it Leaped like the roe, when he hears in the woodland the voice of the huntsman Where is the thatch-roofed village, the home of Acadian farmers, — Men whose lives glided on like rivers that water the woodlands, Darkened by shadows of earth, but reflecting an image of heaven...
Σελίδα 61 - Talk not of wasted affection, affection never was wasted ; If it enrich not the heart of another, its waters, returning Back to their springs, like the rain, shall fill them full of refreshment ; That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain.