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... Stood on the side of a hill commanding the sea ; and a shady Sycamore grew by the door , with a woodbine wreathing around it . Rudely carved was the porch , with seats beneath ; and a footpath Led through an orchard wide , and ...
... Stood on the side of a hill commanding the sea ; and a shady Sycamore grew by the door , with a woodbine wreathing around it . Rudely carved was the porch , with seats beneath ; and a footpath Led through an orchard wide , and ...
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... stood the broad - wheeled wains and the antique ploughs and the harrows ; There were the folds for the sheep ; and there , in his feathered seraglio , Strutted the lordly turkey , and crowed the cock , with the self - same Voice that in ...
... stood the broad - wheeled wains and the antique ploughs and the harrows ; There were the folds for the sheep ; and there , in his feathered seraglio , Strutted the lordly turkey , and crowed the cock , with the self - same Voice that in ...
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... stood the cows meanwhile , and yielded their udders Unto the milkmaid's hand ; whilst loud and in regular cadence Into the sounding pails the foaming streamlets descended . Lowing of cattle and peals of laughter were heard in the farm ...
... stood the cows meanwhile , and yielded their udders Unto the milkmaid's hand ; whilst loud and in regular cadence Into the sounding pails the foaming streamlets descended . Lowing of cattle and peals of laughter were heard in the farm ...
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. As apart by the window she stood , with her hand in her lover's , Blushing Evangeline heard the words that her father had spoken , And as they died on his lips the worthy notary entered . III . Bent like a ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. As apart by the window she stood , with her hand in her lover's , Blushing Evangeline heard the words that her father had spoken , And as they died on his lips the worthy notary entered . III . Bent like a ...
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. EVANGELINE . more than a hundred Page 15 . As apart by the window she stood , with her. Children's children rode on his knee , and heard his great watch tick .
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. EVANGELINE . more than a hundred Page 15 . As apart by the window she stood , with her. Children's children rode on his knee , and heard his great watch tick .
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Страница 209 - Down the dark future, through long generations, The echoing sounds grow fainter and then cease ; And like a bell, with solemn, sweet vibrations, I hear once more the voice of Christ say, "Peace !" Peace ! and no longer from its brazen portals The blast of War's great organ shakes the skies ! But beautiful as songs of the immortals, The holy melodies of love arise.
Страница 68 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day. Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled...
Страница 169 - 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.
Страница 145 - Her cheeks like the dawn of day, And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds, That ope in the month of May. The skipper he stood beside the helm, His pipe was in his mouth, And he watched how the veering flaw did blow The smoke now West, now South. Then up and spake an old Sailor, Had sailed the Spanish Main, "I pray thee, put into yonder port, For I fear a hurricane. "Last night, the moon had a golden ring, And to-night no moon we see!
Страница 235 - And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies. Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That, follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares that infest the day, Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
Страница 147 - And ever the fitful gusts between A sound came from the land ; It was the sound of the trampling surf, On the rocks and the hard sea-sand.
Страница 3 - THIS is the forest primeval. 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.
Страница 255 - THOUGH the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small ; Though with patience he stands waiting, with exactness grinds he all.
Страница 287 - THE BUILDERS. ALL are architects of Fate, Working in these walls of Time : Some with massive deeds and great, Some with ornaments of rhyme. Nothing useless is, or low ; Each thing in its place is best ; And what seems but idle show Strengthens and supports the rest.
Страница 777 - A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts." I remember the sea-fight far away, How it thundered o'er the tide, And the dead captains, as they lay In their graves, o'erlooking the tranquil bay, Where they in battle died. And the sound of that mournful song Goes through me with a thrill : " A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.