American Poems: Longfellow: Whittier: Bryant: Holmes: Lowell: EmersonHoughton, Mifflin, 1894 - 453 страници |
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... smiles on Saint Eulalie's day , there will be plenty of apples , and cider enough . ) Saint Eulalie's day is the 12th of February . Birds of passage sailed through the leaden air , from 20 HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW .
... smiles on Saint Eulalie's day , there will be plenty of apples , and cider enough . ) Saint Eulalie's day is the 12th of February . Birds of passage sailed through the leaden air , from 20 HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW .
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... smile of content , thus answered Basil the blacksmith , Taking with easy air the accustomed seat by the fire- - : 230 side : " Benedict Bellefontaine , thou hast ever thy jest and thy ballad ! Ever in cheerfullest mood art thou , when ...
... smile of content , thus answered Basil the blacksmith , Taking with easy air the accustomed seat by the fire- - : 230 side : " Benedict Bellefontaine , thou hast ever thy jest and thy ballad ! Ever in cheerfullest mood art thou , when ...
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... smile made answer the jovial farmer : 249. Louisburg , on Cape Breton , was built by the French as a military and naval station early in the eighteenth century , but was taken by an expedition from Massachusetts under General Pepperell ...
... smile made answer the jovial farmer : 249. Louisburg , on Cape Breton , was built by the French as a military and naval station early in the eighteenth century , but was taken by an expedition from Massachusetts under General Pepperell ...
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... smiles , and words of wel- come and gladness Fell from her beautiful lips , and blessed the cup as it . she gave Under the open sky , in the odorous air of the orchard , Stript of its golden fruit , was spread the feast of be- trothal ...
... smiles , and words of wel- come and gladness Fell from her beautiful lips , and blessed the cup as it . she gave Under the open sky , in the odorous air of the orchard , Stript of its golden fruit , was spread the feast of be- trothal ...
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... Smiling she spake these words ; then suddenly paused , for her father Saw she , slowly advancing . Alas ! how ... smile and a sigh , she clasped his neck and embraced him , 565 Speaking words of endearment where words of com- fort ...
... Smiling she spake these words ; then suddenly paused , for her father Saw she , slowly advancing . Alas ! how ... smile and a sigh , she clasped his neck and embraced him , 565 Speaking words of endearment where words of com- fort ...
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Страница 34 - Silently one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven, Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels. Thus was the evening passed. Anon the bell from the belfry Rang out the hour of nine, the village curfew, and straightway Rose the guests and departed ; and
Страница 197 - And ever, when a louder blast The merrier up its roaring draught The great throat of the chimney laughed, The house-dog on his paws outspread iw Laid to the fire his drowsy head, The cat's dark silhouette on the wall A couchant tiger's seemed to fall; And, for the winter fireside meet, Between the andirons
Страница 99 - Thousands of throbbing hearts, where theirs are at rest and forever, Thousands of aching brains, where theirs no longer are busy, Thousands of toiling hands, where theirs have ceased from their labors, Thousands of weary feet, where theirs have completed their journey! Still stands the forest primeval; but under the shade of its branches
Страница 334 - The hand that rounded Peter's dome, And groined the aisles of Christian Rome, Wrought in a sad sincerity; Himself from God he could not free ; He builded better than he knew; — The conscious stone to beauty grew.
Страница 172 - BUILD me straight, O worthy Master! Stanch and strong, a goodly vessel, That shall laugh at all disaster, And with wave and whirlwind wrestle! " The merchant's word Delighted the Master heard; For his heart was in his work, and the heart Giveth grace unto every Art. That
Страница 192 - air Hides hills and woods, the river and the heaven, And veils the farm-house at the garden's end. The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit Around the radiant fireplace, inclosed In a tumultuous privacy of storm.
Страница 183 - To-day the vessel shall be launched ! With fleecy clouds the sky is blanched, And o'er the bay, Slowly, in all his splendors dight, The great sun rises to behold the sight. 265 The ocean old, Centuries old, Strong as youth, and as uncontrolled, Paces restless to and fro, Up and down the sands of gold.
Страница 91 - And the streets still reecho the names of the trees of the forest, As if they fain would appease the Dryads whose haunts they molested. There from the troubled sea had Evangeline landed, an exile, Finding among the children of Penn a home and a country. There old Rene Leblanc had died; and when
Страница 10 - Speaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest. This is the forest primeval; but where are the hearts that beneath it Leaped like the roe, when he hears in the woodland the voice of the huntsman ? Where is the thatch-roofed village, the home of
Страница 99 - isso Still stands the forest primeval; but far away from its shadow, Side by side, in their nameless graves, the lovers are sleeping. Under the humble walls of the little Catholic churchyard, In the heart of the city, they lie, unknown and unnoticed. Daily the tides of life go ebbing and flowing beside them,