Tales of a Wayside InnTicknor and Fields, 1864 - 225 pages |
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... woman of a young man's dream . Then he withdrew , in poverty and pain , To this small farm , the last of his domain , His only comfort and his only care To prune his vines , and plant the fig and pear ; His only forester and only guest ...
... woman of a young man's dream . Then he withdrew , in poverty and pain , To this small farm , the last of his domain , His only comfort and his only care To prune his vines , and plant the fig and pear ; His only forester and only guest ...
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... woman's face ; Her dark eyes moistened with the mists that roll From the gulf - stream of passion in the soul ; The other ... women spied , The garden suddenly was glorified ; His long - lost Eden was restored again , And 38 TALES OF A ...
... woman's face ; Her dark eyes moistened with the mists that roll From the gulf - stream of passion in the soul ; The other ... women spied , The garden suddenly was glorified ; His long - lost Eden was restored again , And 38 TALES OF A ...
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... woman's sake , Yet feeling in her heart a woman's pride , That nothing she could ask for was denied ; Then took her leave , and passed out at the gate With footstep slow and soul disconsolate . Three days went by , and lo ! a passing ...
... woman's sake , Yet feeling in her heart a woman's pride , That nothing she could ask for was denied ; Then took her leave , and passed out at the gate With footstep slow and soul disconsolate . Three days went by , and lo ! a passing ...
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... women . " Hakon Jarl ! for the love I bear thee Neither shall shame nor death come near thee ! But the hiding - place wherein thou must lie Is the cave underneath the swine in the sty . ' Thus to Jarl Hakon Said Thora , the fairest of women ...
... women . " Hakon Jarl ! for the love I bear thee Neither shall shame nor death come near thee ! But the hiding - place wherein thou must lie Is the cave underneath the swine in the sty . ' Thus to Jarl Hakon Said Thora , the fairest of women ...
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... women . " Rich and honored shall be whoever The head of Hakon Jarl shall dissever ! " Hakon heard him , and Karker the slave , Through the breathing - holes of the darksome cave . Alone in her chamber Wept Thora , the fairest of women ...
... women . " Rich and honored shall be whoever The head of Hakon Jarl shall dissever ! " Hakon heard him , and Karker the slave , Through the breathing - holes of the darksome cave . Alone in her chamber Wept Thora , the fairest of women ...
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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.