Evangeline: Courtship of Miles Standish. Favorite PoemsHoughton, Mifflin, 1866 - 95 pages |
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... voices sad and prophetic , Stand like harpers hoar , with beards that rest on their bosoms . Loud from its rocky ... voice of the huntsman ? Where is the thatch - roofed village , the home of Acadian farmers , Men whose lives glided ...
... voices sad and prophetic , Stand like harpers hoar , with beards that rest on their bosoms . Loud from its rocky ... voice of the huntsman ? Where is the thatch - roofed village , the home of Acadian farmers , Men whose lives glided ...
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... Voice that in ages of old had startled the penitent Peter . Bursting with hay were the barns , themselves a village . In each one Far o'er the gable projected a roof of thatch ; and a staircase , Under the sheltering eaves , led up to ...
... Voice that in ages of old had startled the penitent Peter . Bursting with hay were the barns , themselves a village . In each one Far o'er the gable projected a roof of thatch ; and a staircase , Under the sheltering eaves , led up to ...
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... Voices of children at play , the crowing of cocks in the farm - yards , Whir of wings in the drowsy air , and the cooing of pigeons , All were subdued and low as the murmurs of love , and the great sun Looked with the eye of love ...
... Voices of children at play , the crowing of cocks in the farm - yards , Whir of wings in the drowsy air , and the cooing of pigeons , All were subdued and low as the murmurs of love , and the great sun Looked with the eye of love ...
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... voice of the priest , and the people responded , Not with their lips alone , but their hearts ; and the Ave Maria Sang they , and fell on their knees , and their souls , with devotion translated , Rose on the ardor of prayer , like ...
... voice of the priest , and the people responded , Not with their lips alone , but their hearts ; and the Ave Maria Sang they , and fell on their knees , and their souls , with devotion translated , Rose on the ardor of prayer , like ...
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... voice ; but no answer Came from the graves of the dead , nor the gloomier grave of the living . Slowly at length she returned to the tenantless house of her father . Smouldered the fire on the hearth , on the board was the supper ...
... voice ; but no answer Came from the graves of the dead , nor the gloomier grave of the living . Slowly at length she returned to the tenantless house of her father . Smouldered the fire on the hearth , on the board was the supper ...
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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...