Tales of a Wayside InnTicknor and Fields, 1864 - 225 pages |
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... street , Nor rustling hear in every breeze The laurels of Miltiades . Honor and blessings on his head While living , good report when dead , Who , not too eager for renown , Accepts , but does not clutch , the crown ! Last the Musician ...
... street , Nor rustling hear in every breeze The laurels of Miltiades . Honor and blessings on his head While living , good report when dead , Who , not too eager for renown , Accepts , but does not clutch , the crown ! Last the Musician ...
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... street , Wanders and watches with eager ears , Till in the silence around him he hears The muster of men at the barrack door , The sound of arms , and the tramp of feet , And the measured tread of the grenadiers , Marching down PAUL ...
... street , Wanders and watches with eager ears , Till in the silence around him he hears The muster of men at the barrack door , The sound of arms , and the tramp of feet , And the measured tread of the grenadiers , Marching down PAUL ...
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... street , A shape in the moonlight , a bulk in the dark , And beneath , from the pebbles , in passing , a spark Struck out by a steed flying fearless and fleet ; That was all ! And yet , through the gloom and the light , The fate of a ...
... street , A shape in the moonlight , a bulk in the dark , And beneath , from the pebbles , in passing , a spark Struck out by a steed flying fearless and fleet ; That was all ! And yet , through the gloom and the light , The fate of a ...
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... street Congratulate each other as they meet . Two lovely ladies , clothed in cloak and hood , Passed through the garden gate into the wood , Under the lustrous leaves , and through the sheen Of dewy sunshine showering down between . The ...
... street Congratulate each other as they meet . Two lovely ladies , clothed in cloak and hood , Passed through the garden gate into the wood , Under the lustrous leaves , and through the sheen Of dewy sunshine showering down between . The ...
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... streets there swept a sudden breath Of something there unknown , which men call death . Meanwhile the Angel stayed without , and cried , " Come back ! " To which the Rabbi's voice replied , " No ! in the name of God , whom I adore , I ...
... streets there swept a sudden breath Of something there unknown , which men call death . Meanwhile the Angel stayed without , and cried , " Come back ! " To which the Rabbi's voice replied , " No ! in the name of God , whom I adore , I ...
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Page 209 - 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.
Page 18 - Listen, my children, and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five; Hardly a man is now alive Who remembers that famous day and year.
Page 25 - You know the rest. In the books you have read How the British Regulars fired and fled, — How the farmers gave them ball for ball. From behind each fence and farm-yard wall, Chasing the redcoats down the lane, Then crossing the fields to emerge again Under the trees at the turn of the road, And only pausing to fire and load.
Page 210 - 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. A whisper, and then a silence: Yet I know by their merry eyes They are plotting and planning together To take me by surprise.
Page 216 - Then comes a puff of smoke from her guns, And leaps the terrible death, With fiery breath, From each open port. We are not idle, but send her straight Defiance back in a full broadside ! As hail rebounds from a roof of slate, Rebounds our heavier hail From each iron scale Of the monster's hide. 'Strike your flag ! ' the rebel cries, In his arrogant old plantation strain. 'Never!
Page 190 - The robin and the blue-bird, piping loud, Filled all the blossoming orchards with their glee; The sparrows chirped as if they still were proud Their race in Holy Writ should mentioned be; And hungry crows, assembled in a crowd, Clamored their piteous prayer incessantly, Knowing who hears the ravens cry, and said, "Give us, O Lord, this day our daily bread!
Page 66 - And now the visit ending, and once more Valmond returning to the Danube's shore, Homeward the Angel journeyed, and again The land was made resplendent with his train, Flashing along the towns of Italy Unto Salerno, and from thence by sea.
Page 23 - He has left the village and mounted the steep, And beneath him, tranquil and broad and deep, Is the Mystic, meeting the ocean tides ; And under the alders, that skirt its edge, Now soft on the sand, now loud on the ledge. Is heard the tramp of his steed as he rides.
Page 59 - From hall to hall he passed with breathless speed; Voices and cries he heard, but did not heed, Until at last he reached the banquet-room, Blazing with light, and breathing with perfume. There on the dais sat another king, Wearing his robes, his crown, his signet-ring — King Robert's self in features, form, and height, But all transfigured with angelic light! It was an angel ; and his presence there With a divine effulgence filled the air, An exaltation, piercing the disguise, Though none the hidden...
Page 196 - You slay them all! and wherefore? for the gain Of a scant handful more or less of wheat, Or rye, or barley, or some other grain, Scratched up at random by industrious feet, Searching for worm or weevil after rain ! Or a few cherries, that are not so sweet As are the songs these uninvited guests Sing at their feast with comfortable breasts.