Evangeline: Courtship of Miles Standish. Favorite PoemsHoughton, Mifflin, 1866 - 95 pages |
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... 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 , While aloft on their shoulders the wooden and ...
... 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 , While aloft on their shoulders the wooden and ...
Page 28
... rising , and blessing the bride and the bridegroom , Lifted aloft the tankard of ale and drank to their welfare . Wiping ... rise Over the pallid sea and the silvery mist of the meadows . Silently one by one , in the infinite meadows of ...
... rising , and blessing the bride and the bridegroom , Lifted aloft the tankard of ale and drank to their welfare . Wiping ... rise Over the pallid sea and the silvery mist of the meadows . Silently one by one , in the infinite meadows of ...
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... pinions majestic , the vulture , Like the implacable soul of a chieftain slaughtered in battle , By invisible stairs ascending and scaling the heavens . Here and there rise smokes from the camps of these EVANGELINE . 75.
... pinions majestic , the vulture , Like the implacable soul of a chieftain slaughtered in battle , By invisible stairs ascending and scaling the heavens . Here and there rise smokes from the camps of these EVANGELINE . 75.
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Courtship of Miles Standish. Favorite Poems Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Here and there rise smokes from the camps of these savage marauders ; Here and there rise groves from the margins of swift - running rivers ; And the grim , taciturn ...
Courtship of Miles Standish. Favorite Poems Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Here and there rise smokes from the camps of these savage marauders ; Here and there rise groves from the margins of swift - running rivers ; And the grim , taciturn ...
Page 92
... rise ; and Evangeline , kneel- ing beside him , Kissed his dying lips , and laid his head on her bosom . Sweet was the light of his eyes ; but it suddenly sank into darkness , As when a lamp is blown out by a gust of wind at a casement ...
... rise ; and Evangeline , kneel- ing beside him , Kissed his dying lips , and laid his head on her bosom . Sweet was the light of his eyes ; but it suddenly sank into darkness , As when a lamp is blown out by a gust of wind at a casement ...
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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...