American Poems: Longfellow: Whittier: Bryant: Holmes: Lowell: EmersonHoughton, Mifflin, 1892 - 453 σελίδες |
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Σελίδα 3
... Youth , The Children's Hour , Weariness , and other poems ; not that we are to take all sentiments and statements made in the first person as the poet's , for often the form of the poem is so far dramatic that the poet is assuming a ...
... Youth , The Children's Hour , Weariness , and other poems ; not that we are to take all sentiments and statements made in the first person as the poet's , for often the form of the poem is so far dramatic that the poet is assuming a ...
Σελίδα 17
... youth , as he knelt in the church and opened his missal , 105 Fixed his eyes upon her as the saint of his deepest devotion ; 99. Odorous . The accent here , as well as in line 403 , is upon the first syllable , where it is commonly ...
... youth , as he knelt in the church and opened his missal , 105 Fixed his eyes upon her as the saint of his deepest devotion ; 99. Odorous . The accent here , as well as in line 403 , is upon the first syllable , where it is commonly ...
Σελίδα 20
... youth , and his face , like the face of 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 . " Sunshine of Saint Eulalie " was she called ; for ...
... youth , and his face , like the face of 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 . " Sunshine of Saint Eulalie " was she called ; for ...
Σελίδα 39
... youths was Gabriel , son of the blacksmith ! So passed the morning away . And lo ! with a sum- mons sonorous 420 Sounded the bell from its tower , and over the mead- ows a drum beat . Thronged ere long was the church with men . out , in ...
... youths was Gabriel , son of the blacksmith ! So passed the morning away . And lo ! with a sum- mons sonorous 420 Sounded the bell from its tower , and over the mead- ows a drum beat . Thronged ere long was the church with men . out , in ...
Σελίδα 58
... youths as fair as Gabriel ? others Who have hearts as tender and true , and spirits as loyal ? 710 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 ...
... youths as fair as Gabriel ? others Who have hearts as tender and true , and spirits as loyal ? 710 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 ...
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Σελίδα 10 - Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic, Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms. Loud from its rocky caverns, the deep-voiced neighboring ocean Speaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest. 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?
Σελίδα 192 - ANNOUNCED by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven, And veils the farm-house 'at the garden's end. The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed In a tumultuous privacy of storm.
Σελίδα 354 - How the sap creeps up and the blossoms swell, We may shut our eyes, but we cannot help knowing That skies are clear and grass is growing. The breeze comes whispering in our ear That dandelions are blossoming near. That maize has sprouted, that streams are flowing. That the river is bluer than the sky, That the robin is plastering his house hard by...
Σελίδα 353 - 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...
Σελίδα 353 - 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; His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings, And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings; He sings to the wide world, and she to her nest,— In the nice ear of Nature which song is the best?
Σελίδα 12 - West and south there were fields of flax, and orchards and cornfields Spreading afar and unfenced o'er the plain; and away to the northward Blomidon rose, and the forests old, and aloft on the mountains Sea-fogs pitched their tents, and mists from the mighty Atlantic Looked on the happy valley, but ne'er from their station descended.
Σελίδα 193 - Unwarmed by any sunset light The gray day darkened into night, A night made hoary with the swarm, And whirl-dance of the blinding storm, As zigzag wavering to and fro Crossed and recrossed the winged snow: And ere the early bedtime came The white drift piled the window-frame, And through the glass the clothes-line posts Looked in like tall and sheeted ghosts.
Σελίδα 12 - Sea-fogs pitched their tents, and mists from the mighty Atlantic Looked on the happy valley, but ne'er from their station descended. There, in the midst of its farms, reposed the Acadian village. Strongly built were the houses, with frames of oak and of hemlock, Such as the peasants of Normandy built in the reign of the Henries.
Σελίδα 193 - A hard, dull bitterness of cold, That checked, mid-vein, the circling race Of life-blood in the sharpened face, The coming of the snow-storm told, The wind blew east; we heard the roar Of Ocean on his wintry shore, And felt the strong pulse throbbing there Beat with low rhythm our inland air. Meanwhile we did our nightly chores, — Brought in the wood from out of doors, Littered the stalls, and from the mows Raked down the herd's-grass for the cows...
Σελίδα 9 - 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.