The Courtship of Miles Standish, and Other PoemsRoutledge, Warnes, & Routledge, 1859 - 119 страници |
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... light ; and his voice was subdued with emotion , Tenderness , pity , regret , as after a pause he proceeded : " Yonder there , on the hill by the sea , lies buried Rose Standish ; Beautiful rose of love , that bloomed for me by the ...
... light ; and his voice was subdued with emotion , Tenderness , pity , regret , as after a pause he proceeded : " Yonder there , on the hill by the sea , lies buried Rose Standish ; Beautiful rose of love , that bloomed for me by the ...
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... of passion : Angels of light they seem , but are only delusions of Satan . All is clear to me now ; I feel it , I see it distinctly ! anger , For I have followed too much the heart's 14 THE COURTSHIP OF MILES STANDISH .
... of passion : Angels of light they seem , but are only delusions of Satan . All is clear to me now ; I feel it , I see it distinctly ! anger , For I have followed too much the heart's 14 THE COURTSHIP OF MILES STANDISH .
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... lights in the seven houses of Plymouth , Shining like seven stars in the dusk and mist of the evening . Soon he entered his door , and found the redoubtable Captain Sitting alone , and absorbed in the martial pages of Cæsar , Fighting ...
... lights in the seven houses of Plymouth , Shining like seven stars in the dusk and mist of the evening . Soon he entered his door , and found the redoubtable Captain Sitting alone , and absorbed in the martial pages of Cæsar , Fighting ...
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... light , and threw himself down on his pallet , Dressed as he was , and ready to start at the break of the morning , - Covered himself with the cloak he had worn in his campaigns in Flanders , - Slept as a soldier sleeps in his bivouac ...
... light , and threw himself down on his pallet , Dressed as he was , and ready to start at the break of the morning , - Covered himself with the cloak he had worn in his campaigns in Flanders , - Slept as a soldier sleeps in his bivouac ...
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... light , while wind and rain were excluded . There too he dug a well , and around it planted an orchard : Still may be seen to this day some trace of the well and the orchard . Close to the house was the stall , where , safe and secure ...
... light , while wind and rain were excluded . There too he dug a well , and around it planted an orchard : Still may be seen to this day some trace of the well and the orchard . Close to the house was the stall , where , safe and secure ...
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angels anger answered John Alden battle beautiful beheld boy's brave Wattawamat breath BRIDAL PROCESSION Cæsar Captain of Plymouth churchyard cloud Damascus dark dead death desert dreams dreary Elder of Plymouth errand excellent Elder exclaimed eyes face feel feet fire fireside Flanders Flower riding forest friendship Garden of Eden Gleamed graves gray hand Haunted heard heart heaven Helgoland Indian JOHN GILBERT Julius Cæsar Lamberton land laughed light living long thoughts look Lord loud matchlock meadow mist night noble NORTH CAPE o'er ocean OLIVER BASSELIN phantom Pilgrims prayer Puritan maiden sachem sacred sail Sandalphon sang SANTA FILOMENA scabbard ship silent singing smile snow soldier song sound spake speak stalwart Miles Standish stood Straightway strange street stripling sudden sweet swift talking Thereupon answered John thoughts of youth tide town vanished Vaudeville Victor Galbraith voice walls wind wind's words youth are long
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Страница 112 - 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 119 - A WIND came up out of the sea, And said, " O mists, make room for me." It hailed the ships, and cried, " Sail on, Ye mariners, the night is gone." And hurried landward far away, Crying, "Awake ! it is the day." It said unto the forest, " Shout ! Hang all your leafy banners out ! " It touched the wood-bird's folded wing, And said, "O bird, awake and sing.
Страница 74 - We have not wings, we cannot soar; But we have feet to scale and climb By slow degrees, by more and more, The cloudy summits of our time. ' The mighty pyramids of stone That wedge-like cleave the desert airs, When nearer seen, and better known, Are but gigantic flights of stairs. ' The distant mountains, that uprear Their solid bastions to the skies, Are crossed by path-ways, that appear As we to higher levels rise. ' The heights by great men reached and kept Were not attained by sudden Sight, But...
Страница 112 - Strange to me now are the forms I meet When I visit the dear old town; But the native air is pure and sweet...
Страница 111 - I remember the gleams and glooms that dart Across the schoolboy's brain; The song and the silence in the heart, That in part are prophecies, and in part Are longings wild and vain. And the voice of that fitful song Sings on, and is never still: "A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Страница 25 - But as he warmed and glowed, in his simple and eloquent language, Quite forgetful of self, and full of the praise of his rival, Archly the maiden smiled, and, with eyes overrunning with laughter, Said, in a tremulous voice, " Why don't you speak for yourself, John ?
Страница 114 - Lo ! in that house of misery A lady with a lamp I see Pass through the glimmering gloom, And flit from room to room. And slow, as in a dream of bliss, The speechless sufferer turns to kiss Her shadow, as it falls Upon the darkening walls.
Страница 106 - Ah ! what would the world be to us If the children were no more ? We should dread the desert behind us Worse than the dark before. What the leaves are to the forest, With light and air for food, Ere their sweet and tender juices Have been hardened into wood, — That to the world are children ; Through them it feels the glow Of a brighter and sunnier climate Than reaches the trunks below.
Страница 106 - COME to me, O ye children ! For I hear you at your play, And the questions that perplexed me Have vanished quite away. Ye open the eastern windows, That look towards the sun, Where thoughts are singing swallows And the brooks of morning run.
Страница 80 - The stranger at my fireside cannot see The forms I see, nor hear the sounds I hear; He but perceives what is; while unto me All that has been is visible and clear. We have no title-deeds to house or lands; Owners and occupants of earlier dates From graves forgotten stretch their dusty hands, And hold in Mortmain still their old estates.