The Children's Hour and Other Poems: Paul Revere's Ride and Other PoemsHoughton, Mifflin, 1894 - 186 страници |
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... soul , released from pain , Were flying back to heaven again . St. Francis1 heard ; it was to him An emblem of the Seraphim ; The upward motion of the fire , The light , the heat , the heart's desire . Around Assisi's convent gate The ...
... soul , released from pain , Were flying back to heaven again . St. Francis1 heard ; it was to him An emblem of the Seraphim ; The upward motion of the fire , The light , the heat , the heart's desire . Around Assisi's convent gate The ...
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... soul has gone back to whence it came , And no one answers to the name , When the Sergeant saith , " Victor Galbraith ! " Under the walls of Monterey By night a bugle is heard to play , Victor Galbraith ! Through the mist of the valley ...
... soul has gone back to whence it came , And no one answers to the name , When the Sergeant saith , " Victor Galbraith ! " Under the walls of Monterey By night a bugle is heard to play , Victor Galbraith ! Through the mist of the valley ...
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... souls Into our inmost being rolls , And lifts us unawares Out of all meaner cares . Honor to those whose words or deeds Thus help us in our daily needs , And by their overflow Raise us from what is low ! Thus thought I , as by night I ...
... souls Into our inmost being rolls , And lifts us unawares Out of all meaner cares . Honor to those whose words or deeds Thus help us in our daily needs , And by their overflow Raise us from what is low ! Thus thought I , as by night I ...
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... souls that sped , Many the hearts that bled , By our stern orders . 66 ' Many a wassail - bout Wore the long winter out ; Often our midnight shout Set the cocks crowing , As we the Berserk's 2 tale Measured in cups of ale , Draining the ...
... souls that sped , Many the hearts that bled , By our stern orders . 66 ' Many a wassail - bout Wore the long winter out ; Often our midnight shout Set the cocks crowing , As we the Berserk's 2 tale Measured in cups of ale , Draining the ...
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... soul ascended ! There from the flowing bowl Deep drinks the warrior's soul , Skoal ! 1 to the Northland ! skoal ! " Thus the tale ended . 45 THE FIFTIETH BIRTHDAY OF AGASSIZ.2 MAY 28 , 1857 . It was fifty years ago In the pleasant month ...
... soul ascended ! There from the flowing bowl Deep drinks the warrior's soul , Skoal ! 1 to the Northland ! skoal ! " Thus the tale ended . 45 THE FIFTIETH BIRTHDAY OF AGASSIZ.2 MAY 28 , 1857 . It was fifty years ago In the pleasant month ...
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Annie of Tharaw BAYARD TAYLOR beautiful BELL OF ATRI Bells of Lynn beneath birds blow breast breath brooklet cents Charles CHARLES SUMNER CHILDREN'S HOUR church clouds dark dead death door dream earth Excelsior eyes feet fireside fleet flows forever GASPAR BECERRA gleam hand hast hath Hawthorne hear heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW KILLINGWORTH King LADY WENTWORTH land laughed light long thoughts Longfellow look loud maiden Minnesingers mist morning night Norsemen Number o'er ocean PAUL REVERE'S RIDE peace poet poet's prayer rain RAIN-IN-THE-FACE rhyme rise river roar round sailed SAINT AUGUSTINE sang shadow ship shore silent singing SKELETON IN ARMOR song soul sound stairs stands steed stood story street summer sunshine sweet Tharaw thee thine thou thoughts of youth tide toil tower town verse Victor Galbraith village voice walls wander wave wild wind wind's words youth are long
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Страница 62 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended. But one dead lamb is there! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead ; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted. Let us be patient ! These severe afflictions Not from the ground arise, But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise.
Страница 2 - If the British march By land or sea from the town tonight, Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch Of the North Church tower as a signal light,— One, if by land, and two, if by sea; And I on the opposite shore will be, Ready to ride and spread the alarm Through every Middlesex village and farm, For the country folk to be up and to arm.
Страница 78 - I SHOT an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, 1 knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong.
Страница 4 - A hurry of hoofs in a village 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 nation was riding that night ; And the spark struck out by that steed in his flight, Kindled the land into flame with its heat.
Страница 83 - THIS is the Arsenal. From floor to ceiling, Like a huge organ, rise the burnished arms ; But from their silent pipes no anthem pealing Startles the villages with strange alarms. Ah ! what a sound will rise, how wild and dreary, When the death-angel touches those swift keys ! What loud lament and dismal Miserere Will mingle with their awful symphonies...
Страница 51 - 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.
Страница 41 - But when I older grew, Joining a corsair's crew, O'er the dark sea I flew With the marauders. Wild was the life we led ; Many the souls that sped, Many the hearts that bled, By our stern orders.
Страница 33 - WHENE'ER a noble deed is wrought, Whene'er is spoken a noble thought, Our hearts, in glad surprise, To higher levels rise. The tidal wave of deeper souls Into our inmost being rolls, And lifts us unawares Out of all meaner cares.
Страница 63 - Day after day, we think what she is doing In those bright realms of air ; Year after year, her tender steps pursuing, Behold her grown more fair. Thus do we walk with her, and keep unbroken The bond which nature gives, Thinking that our remembrance, though unspoken, May reach her where she lives.
Страница 42 - Once as I told in glee Tales of the stormy sea, Soft eyes did gaze on me, Burning yet tender; And as the white stars shine On the dark Norway pine, On that dark heart of mine Fell their soft splendor.