American Poems: Longfellow: Whittier: Bryant: Holmes: Lowell: EmersonHorace Elisha Scudder Houghton, Mifflin, 1879 - 455 σελίδες |
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Σελίδα 11
... sense of harmony between subject and form is rarely better shown than in this poem . The fall of the verse at the end of the line and the sharp recovery at the beginning of the next will be snares to the reader , who must beware of a ...
... sense of harmony between subject and form is rarely better shown than in this poem . The fall of the verse at the end of the line and the sharp recovery at the beginning of the next will be snares to the reader , who must beware of a ...
Σελίδα 12
... sense , which is the es- sential in all good reading , is found in this gentle labor of the former half of the line , and gentle ac- celeration of the latter half . ] THIS is the forest primeval . pines and the hemlocks , The murmuring ...
... sense , which is the es- sential in all good reading , is found in this gentle labor of the former half of the line , and gentle ac- celeration of the latter half . ] THIS is the forest primeval . pines and the hemlocks , The murmuring ...
Σελίδα 56
... senses . Then a familiar voice she heard , as it said to the people , " Let us bury him here by the sea . happier season When a Brings us again to our homes from the unknown land of our exile , Then shall his sacred dust be piously laid ...
... senses . Then a familiar voice she heard , as it said to the people , " Let us bury him here by the sea . happier season When a Brings us again to our homes from the unknown land of our exile , Then shall his sacred dust be piously laid ...
Σελίδα 65
... awoke and died in the dis- tance , Over the watery floor , and beneath the reverber- ant branches ; But not a voice replied ; r.ɔ answer came from the darkness ; And when the echoes had ceased , like a sense 5 EVANGELINE . 65.
... awoke and died in the dis- tance , Over the watery floor , and beneath the reverber- ant branches ; But not a voice replied ; r.ɔ answer came from the darkness ; And when the echoes had ceased , like a sense 5 EVANGELINE . 65.
Σελίδα 66
... sense of pain was the silence . 800 Then Evangeline slept ; but the boatmen rowed through the midnight , Silent at times , then singing familiar Canadian boat - songs , Such as they sang of old on their own Acadian rivers , While ...
... sense of pain was the silence . 800 Then Evangeline slept ; but the boatmen rowed through the midnight , Silent at times , then singing familiar Canadian boat - songs , Such as they sang of old on their own Acadian rivers , While ...
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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.