American Poems: Longfellow: Whittier: Bryant: Holmes: Lowell: EmersonHorace Elisha Scudder Houghton, Mifflin, 1879 - 455 σελίδες |
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Σελίδα 25
... silence , the wolves howled . Late , with the rising moon , returned the wains from the marshes , Laden with briny hay , that filled the air with its odor . Cheerily neighed the steeds , with dew on their manes and their fetlocks ...
... silence , the wolves howled . Late , with the rising moon , returned the wains from the marshes , Laden with briny hay , that filled the air with its odor . Cheerily neighed the steeds , with dew on their manes and their fetlocks ...
Σελίδα 26
... silent . In - doors , warm by the wide - mouthed fireplace , idly the farmer 200 Sat in his elbow - chair , and watched how the flames and the smoke - wreaths Struggled together like foes in a burning city . Behind him , Nodding and ...
... silent . In - doors , warm by the wide - mouthed fireplace , idly the farmer 200 Sat in his elbow - chair , and watched how the flames and the smoke - wreaths Struggled together like foes in a burning city . Behind him , Nodding and ...
Σελίδα 27
... Silent awhile were its treadles , at rest was its dil- igent shuttle , While the monotonous drone of the wheel , like the drone of a bagpipe , Followed the old man's song , and united the frag- ments together . 15 As in a church , when ...
... Silent awhile were its treadles , at rest was its dil- igent shuttle , While the monotonous drone of the wheel , like the drone of a bagpipe , Followed the old man's song , and united the frag- ments together . 15 As in a church , when ...
Σελίδα 36
... silence the others sat and mused by the fireside , Till Evangeline brought the draught - board out of its corner . 345 Soon was the game begun . In friendly contention the old men Laughed at each lucky hit , or unsuccessful ma- nœuvre ...
... silence the others sat and mused by the fireside , Till Evangeline brought the draught - board out of its corner . 345 Soon was the game begun . In friendly contention the old men Laughed at each lucky hit , or unsuccessful ma- nœuvre ...
Σελίδα 37
... silence reigned in the household . Many a farewell word and sweet good - night on the door - step Lingered long in ... Silent she passed through the hall , and entered the door of her chamber . Simple that chamber was , with its ...
... silence reigned in the household . Many a farewell word and sweet good - night on the door - step Lingered long in ... Silent she passed through the hall , and entered the door of her chamber . Simple that chamber was , with its ...
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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.