The Courtship of Miles Standish: And Other PoemsThomas Y. Crowell & Company, 1900 - 206 страници |
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... silence , the diligent scribe interrupting , Spake , in the pride of his heart , Miles Standish the Captain of Plymouth . " Look at these arms , " he said , " the warlike weapons that hang here Burnished and bright and clean , as if for ...
... silence , the diligent scribe interrupting , Spake , in the pride of his heart , Miles Standish the Captain of Plymouth . " Look at these arms , " he said , " the warlike weapons that hang here Burnished and bright and clean , as if for ...
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... , Washed with a cold gray mist , the vapory breath of the east - wind , Forest and meadow and hill , and the steel- blue rim of the ocean , Lying silent and sad , in the afternoon shadows and 8 THE COURTSHIP OF MILES STANDISH .
... , Washed with a cold gray mist , the vapory breath of the east - wind , Forest and meadow and hill , and the steel- blue rim of the ocean , Lying silent and sad , in the afternoon shadows and 8 THE COURTSHIP OF MILES STANDISH .
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And Other Poems Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Lying silent and sad , in the afternoon shadows and sunshine . Over his countenance flitted a shadow like those on the landscape , Gloom intermingled with light ; and his voice was subdued with ...
And Other Poems Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Lying silent and sad , in the afternoon shadows and sunshine . Over his countenance flitted a shadow like those on the landscape , Gloom intermingled with light ; and his voice was subdued with ...
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... silence Turned o'er the well - worn leaves , where thumb - marks thick on the margin , Like the trample of feet , proclaimed the battle was hottest . Nothing was heard in the room but the hurry- ing pen of the stripling , Busily writing ...
... silence Turned o'er the well - worn leaves , where thumb - marks thick on the margin , Like the trample of feet , proclaimed the battle was hottest . Nothing was heard in the room but the hurry- ing pen of the stripling , Busily writing ...
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... silent again ; the Captain continued his reading . Nothing was heard in the room but the hurry- ing pen of the stripling Writing epistles important to go next day by the May Flower , Filled with the name and the fame of the Puritan ...
... silent again ; the Captain continued his reading . Nothing was heard in the room but the hurry- ing pen of the stripling Writing epistles important to go next day by the May Flower , Filled with the name and the fame of the Puritan ...
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angels answered John Alden beautiful beheld boy's brave Wattawamat breath Cæsar Captain of Plymouth CINQUE PORTS cloud Courtship of Miles Damascus dark dead death dreams Elder of Plymouth errand excellent Elder eyes face fair feeling feet Flanders Flower forest friendship Garden of Eden Gleamed gloom graves gray hand haunted heard heart Helgoland Hermann and Dorothea hexameter Indian Lamberton land laughed light living long thoughts Longfellow look Lord loud matchlock meadow Miles Standish mist night noble NORTH CAPE o'er ocean OLIVER BASSELIN pause phantom Plymouth woods poem poet poet's prayer Priscilla Puritan maiden RICHARD BURTON sail Sandalphon SANTA FILOMENA scabbard ship silent singing smile soldier song sound spake speak spinning stalwart stood strange sweet swift tender Thereupon answered John thoughts of youth tidings unseen Vaud Vaudeville Victor Galbraith village voice walls wind wind's wonderful words youth are long
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Страница 189 - And Nature, the old nurse, took The child upon her knee, Saying : " Here is a story-book Thy Father has written for thee. •• Come, wander with me," she said, " Into regions yet untrod ; And read what is still unread . In the manuscripts of God." And he wandered away and away, With Nature, the dear old nurse, Who sang to him night and day The rhymes of the universe. And whenever the way seemed long Or his heart began to fail, She would sing a more wonderful song, Or tell a more marvellous tale.
Страница 121 - 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.
Страница 192 - 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.
Страница 127 - To see the French war-steamers speeding over, When the fog cleared away. Sullen and silent, and like couchant lions, Their cannon, through the night, Holding their breath, had watched, in grim defiance, The sea-coast opposite. And now they roared at drum-beat from their stations On every citadel; Each answering each, with morning salutations, That all was well. And down the coast, all taking up the burden, Replied the distant forts, As if to summon from his sleep the Warden And Lord of the Cinque...
Страница 187 - Shout ! Hang all your leafy banners out ! " It touched the wood-bird's folded wing, And said, " O bird, awake and sing." And o'er the farms, " O chanticleer, Your clarion blow ; the day is near.
Страница 120 - The low desire — the base design, That makes another's virtues less ; The revel of the giddy wine, And all occasions of excess ! The longing for ignoble things, The strife for triumph more than truth, The hardening of the heart, that brings Irreverence for the dreams of youth ! All...
Страница 159 - Spanish sailors with bearded lips, And the beauty and mystery of the ships, And the magic of the sea. And the voice of that wayward song Is singing and saying still: ' A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Страница 116 - Full of promptings and suggestions. " Beautiful is the tradition Of that flight through heavenly portals, The old classic superstition Of the theft and the transmission Of the fire of the Immortals ! " First the deed of noble daring, Born of heavenward aspiration, Then the fire with mortals sharing, Then the vulture — the despairing Cry of pain on crags Caucasian. " All is but a symbol painted Of the Poet, Prophet, Seer; Only those are crowned and sainted Who with grief have been acquainted, Making...
Страница 185 - ... Here Alfred the Truth-Teller Suddenly closed his book, And lifted his blue eyes, With doubt and strange surmise Depicted in their look. And Othere the old sea-captain Stared at him wild and weird, Then smiled, till his shining teeth Gleamed white from underneath , His tawny, quivering beard. r And to the King of the Saxons, In witness of the truth, Raising his noble head, He stretched his brown hand, and said, "Behold this walrus-tooth!" DAYBREAK. A WIND came up out of the sea, And said, "O mists,...
Страница 131 - 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.