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... thee ; Take from the shelf overhead thy pipe and the box of tobacco : Never so much thyself art thou , as when through the curling Smoke of the pipe or the forge thy friendly and jovial face gleams Round and red as the harvest - moon ...
... thee ; Take from the shelf overhead thy pipe and the box of tobacco : Never so much thyself art thou , as when through the curling Smoke of the pipe or the forge thy friendly and jovial face gleams Round and red as the harvest - moon ...
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... thee Many a tedious year ; come , give him thy hand and be happy ! Thou art too fair to be left to braid St Catherine's tresses . ' Then would Evangeline answer , serenely but sadly : - " I cannot ; Whither : my heart has gone there ...
... thee Many a tedious year ; come , give him thy hand and be happy ! Thou art too fair to be left to braid St Catherine's tresses . ' Then would Evangeline answer , serenely but sadly : - " I cannot ; Whither : my heart has gone there ...
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... thee ; for not far away to the southward , On the banks of the Têche , are the towns of St Maur and St Martin . There the long - wandering bride shall be given again to her bridegroom , There the long - absent pastor regain his flock ...
... thee ; for not far away to the southward , On the banks of the Têche , are the towns of St Maur and St Martin . There the long - wandering bride shall be given again to her bridegroom , There the long - absent pastor regain his flock ...
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... thee , uncertain and sorrowful ever , Ever silent , or speaking only of thee and his troubles , He at length had become so tedious to men and to maidens , Tedious even to me , that at length I bethought me , and sent him Unto the town ...
... thee , uncertain and sorrowful ever , Ever silent , or speaking only of thee and his troubles , He at length had become so tedious to men and to maidens , Tedious even to me , that at length I bethought me , and sent him Unto the town ...
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... thee ? Art thou so near unto me , and yet thy voice does not reach me ? Ah ! how often thy feet have trod this path to the prairie ! Ah ! how often thine eyes have looked on the woodlands around me ! Ah ! how often beneath this oak ...
... thee ? Art thou so near unto me , and yet thy voice does not reach me ? Ah ! how often thy feet have trod this path to the prairie ! Ah ! how often thine eyes have looked on the woodlands around me ! Ah ! how often beneath this oak ...
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Страница 118 - Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought!
Страница 168 - it can follow the flight of song? Long, long afterward, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroke; And the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend. SONNETS. THE EVENING STAR. Lo! in the painted oriel of the West, Whose
Страница 103 - Then the maiden clasped her hands and prayed That saved she might be; And she thought of Christ, who stilled the wave On the Lake of Galilee. And fast through the midnight dark and drear, Through the whistling sleet and snow, Like a sheeted ghost, the vessel swept Towards the reef of Norman's Woe. And ever the fitful
Страница iii - but tradition remains of the beautiful village of Grand-Pre". PART THE FIRST. I. IN the Acadian land, on the shores of the Basin of Minas, Distant, secluded, still, the little village of Grand-Prd Lay in the fruitful valley. Vast meadows stretched to the east/ward, Giving the village its name, and pasture to flocks without
Страница 514 - The heights by great men reached and kept Were not attained by sudden flight, But they, while their companions slept, Were toiling upward in the night. Standing on what too long we bore With shoulders bent and downcast eyes, We may discern—unseen before— A path to higher destinies. Nor deem the irrevocable Past, As wholly wasted, wholly vain, THE PHANTOM SHIP. IN Mather's Magnalia
Страница 119 - 0 weary hearts! 0 slumbering eyes! O drooping souls, whose destinies Are fraught with fear and pain, Ye shall be loved again! No one is so accursed by fate, No one so utterly desolate, But some heart, though unknown, Responds unto his own;— Responds,—as if with unseen wings An angel touched its quivering strings;
Страница 94 - 0 Land! For all the broken-hearted The mildest herald by our fate allotted, Beckons, and with inverted torch doth stand To lead us with a gentle hand Into the land of the great Departed, Into the Silent Laud! L'ENVOI. YE voices, that arose After the evening's close, And whispered to my restless heart repose!
Страница 149 - To the dry grass and the drier grain How welcome is the rain! In the furrowed land The toilsome and patient oxen stand; Lifting the yoke-encumbered head, With their dilated nostrils spread, They silently inhale The clover-scented gale, And the vapours that arise From the well-watered and smoking soil For this rest in the furrow after toU
Страница 136 - Listening with a wild delight To the chimes that, through the night, Rang their changes from the Belfry Of that quaint old Flemish city. THE BELFRY OF BRUGES. IN the market-place of Bruges stands the belfry old and brown Thrice consumed and thrice rebuilded, still it watches o'er the
Страница 380 - Gumee, By the shining Big-Sea-Water Stood the wigwam of Nokomis, Daughter of the Moon, Nokomis. Dark behind it rose the forest, Rose the black and gloomy pine-trees. Rose the firs with cones upon them; Bright before it beat the water, Beat the clear and sunny water, Beat the shining Big-Sea-Water.