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Acadian angels answer arrows beautiful behold BELFRY OF BRUGES bell beneath birds breath bright Chibiabos Chispa clouds Dacotahs dark dead death dream earth Edenhall Elsie Evangeline eyes face fair father fear fire flowers forest Friar Gipsy gleam golden grave hand hast hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha holy John Alden JULIUS MOSEN Kenabeek Kwasind land Lara Laughing Water light look loud Lucifer maiden meadow Miles Standish Minnehaha Minnesinger Mondamin monk moon morning night o'er Osseo Padre pass Pau-Puk-Keewis Pray prayer Prec Preciosa Prince Henry rise river rose round sail Saint sang shadows shining silent singing sleep soft song Song of Hiawatha sorrow soul sound spake Standish stands stars stood strong sunshine sweet Tharaw thee thou art thought unto Vict village voice walls wampum wandered wave wigwam wild wind words youth
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Страница 170 - His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Страница 149 - Last night, the moon had a golden ring, And to-night no moon we see !" The skipper, he blew a whiff from his pipe, A.nd a scornful laugh laughed he.
Страница 63 - All was ended now, the hope, and the fear, and the sorrow, All the aching of heart, the restless, unsatisfied longing, All the dull, deep pain, and constant anguish of patience ! And, as she pressed once more the lifeless head to her bosom, Meekly she bowed her own, and murmured,
Страница 211 - In the valley of the Pegnitz, where across broad meadowlands Rise the blue Franconian mountains, Nuremberg, the ancient, stands. Quaint old town of toil and traffic, quaint old town of art and song, Memories haunt thy pointed gables, like the rooks that round them throng: Memories of the Middle Ages, when the emperors, rough and bold, Had their dwelling in thy castle, time-defying, centuries old; And thy brave and thrifty burghers boasted, in their uncouth rhyme, That their great imperial city stretched...
Страница 150 - Some ship in distress, that cannot live In such an angry sea ! " " O father ! I see a gleaming light, O say what may it be ?" But the father answered never a word, A frozen corpse was he. Lashed to the helm, all stiff and stark, With his face turned to the skies, The lantern gleamed through the gleaming snow On his fixed and glassy eyes. 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.
Страница 8 - 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 171 - 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. 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 11 - Then came the laborers home from the field, and serenely the sun sank Down to his rest, and twilight prevailed. Anon from the belfry Softly the Angelus sounded, and over the roofs of the village Columns of pale blue smoke, like clouds of incense ascending, Rose from a hundred hearths, the homes of peace and contentment. Thus dwelt together in love these simple Acadian farmers, — Dwelt in the love of God and of man. Alike were they free from Fear, that reigns with the tyrant, and envy, the vice...
Страница 148 - Her cheeks like the dawn of day, And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds, That ope in the month of May.
Страница 71 - 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,