Evangeline: Courtship of Miles Standish. Favorite PoemsHoughton, Mifflin and Company, 1880 - 275 pages |
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... field , and serenely the sun sank Down to his rest , and twilight prevailed . Anon from the belfry Softly the Angelus sounded , and over the roofs of the village Columns of pale blue smoke , like clouds of in- 8 EVANGELINE .
... field , and serenely the sun sank Down to his rest , and twilight prevailed . Anon from the belfry Softly the Angelus sounded , and over the roofs of the village Columns of pale blue smoke , like clouds of in- 8 EVANGELINE .
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... clouds of in- cense ascending , Rose from a hundred hearths , the homes of peace and contentment . Thus dwelt together in love these simple Acadian farmers , Dwelt in the love of God and of man . Alike were they free from Fear , that ...
... clouds of in- cense ascending , Rose from a hundred hearths , the homes of peace and contentment . Thus dwelt together in love these simple Acadian farmers , Dwelt in the love of God and of man . Alike were they free from Fear , that ...
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... clouds in the moonlight Flitted across the floor and darkened the room for a moment . And , as she gazed from the window , she saw serenely the moon pass Forth from the folds of a cloud , and one star fol- low her footsteps , As out of ...
... clouds in the moonlight Flitted across the floor and darkened the room for a moment . And , as she gazed from the window , she saw serenely the moon pass Forth from the folds of a cloud , and one star fol- low her footsteps , As out of ...
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... cloud on the prairie . After the sound of their oars on the tholes had died in the distance , As from a magic trance the sleepers awoke , and the maiden Said with a sigh to the friendly priest , “ O Father Felician ! Something says in ...
... cloud on the prairie . After the sound of their oars on the tholes had died in the distance , As from a magic trance the sleepers awoke , and the maiden Said with a sigh to the friendly priest , “ O Father Felician ! Something says in ...
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... cloud with edges of silver , Floated the boat , with its dripping oars , on the motionless water . Filled was Evangeline's heart with inexpressible sweetness . Touched by the magic spell , the sacred fountains of feeling Glowed with the ...
... cloud with edges of silver , Floated the boat , with its dripping oars , on the motionless water . Filled was Evangeline's heart with inexpressible sweetness . Touched by the magic spell , the sacred fountains of feeling Glowed with the ...
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Acadian angel answer arms Basil beautiful behold beneath breath bright Captain cloud dark dead deep departed door earth entered Evangeline eyes face fair farmer Father feeling feet fell fields fire flowers followed forest forever Gabriel garden gazed gleamed golden grave hand head hear heard heart heaven hope household Indian John Alden labor land laughed leaves light lips lived look loud maiden meadows Miles Standish morning never night o'er ocean once passed paused peace Plymouth prayer priest Priscilla rain rest returned river rose round sail seemed shadow shore side silent slowly smile song sorrow soul sound spake speak stands stars stood strong sunshine sweet thee things thou thought tide turned village voice waited walls wander weary wild wind window youth
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Page 23 - 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 24 - Week in, week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow; You can hear him swing his heavy sledge, With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell, When the evening sun is low. And children coming home from school Look in at the open door; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor.
Page 59 - 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 27 - 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 60 - Come, read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe this restless feeling, And banish the thoughts of day. Not from the grand old masters, Not from the bards sublime, Whose distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of Time.
Page 20 - 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 21 - 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 19 - Flowers ; In all places, then, and in all seasons, Flowers expand their light and soul-like wings, Teaching us, by most persuasive reasons, How akin they are to human things.
Page 3 - 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.
Page 76 - She is not dead, — the child of our affection, — But gone unto that school Where she no longer needs our poor protection, And Christ Himself doth rule. In that great cloister's stillness and seclusion, By guardian angels led, Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution, She lives, whom we call dead.