Evangeline: Courtship of Miles Standish. Favorite PoemsHoughton, Mifflin, 1866 - 95 pages |
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... hears in the wood- land 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 ...
... hears in the wood- land 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 ...
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... hear the sound of her footsteps , Knew not which beat the louder , his heart or the knocker of iron ; Or at the joyous feast of the Patron Saint of the village , Bolder grew , and pressed her hand in the dance as he whispered Hurried ...
... hear the sound of her footsteps , Knew not which beat the louder , his heart or the knocker of iron ; Or at the joyous feast of the Patron Saint of the village , Bolder grew , and pressed her hand in the dance as he whispered Hurried ...
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... hear its continu- ous murmur ; Happy , at length , if he find the spot where it reaches an outlet . II . It was the month of May . Far down the Beau- tiful River , Past the Ohio shore and past the mouth of the Wabash , Into the golden ...
... hear its continu- ous murmur ; Happy , at length , if he find the spot where it reaches an outlet . II . It was the month of May . Far down the Beau- tiful River , Past the Ohio shore and past the mouth of the Wabash , Into the golden ...
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... hear his tales of the soil and the climate , And of the prairies , whose numberless herds were his who would take them ; Each one thought in his heart , that he , too , would go and do likewise . Thus they ascended the steps , and ...
... hear his tales of the soil and the climate , And of the prairies , whose numberless herds were his who would take them ; Each one thought in his heart , that he , too , would go and do likewise . Thus they ascended the steps , and ...
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... hear him . hen , with a sudden and secret emotion , Evange- line answered , Let us go to the Mission , for there good tidings await us ! " Thither they turned their steeds ; and behind a spur of the mountains , Just as the sun went down ...
... hear him . hen , with a sudden and secret emotion , Evange- line answered , Let us go to the Mission , for there good tidings await us ! " Thither they turned their steeds ; and behind a spur of the mountains , Just as the sun went down ...
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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...