The Courtship of Miles Standish: And Other PoemsUniversity Publishing, 1901 - 142 страници |
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... eye - witness . " Of a hundred persons scarce fifty remain ; the living scarce able to bury the dead ; the well not sufficient to tend the sick , there being , in their time of greatest distress , but six or seven , who spare no pains ...
... eye - witness . " Of a hundred persons scarce fifty remain ; the living scarce able to bury the dead ; the well not sufficient to tend the sick , there being , in their time of greatest distress , but six or seven , who spare no pains ...
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... eye negotiate for itself And trust no agent . " 1 And therein lies the chief motive and moral purpose of the poem . It shows us what to expect whenever love and friend- ship are placed in opposition or conflict . John Alden , like ...
... eye negotiate for itself And trust no agent . " 1 And therein lies the chief motive and moral purpose of the poem . It shows us what to expect whenever love and friend- ship are placed in opposition or conflict . John Alden , like ...
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... eye . The poem lends itself readily to illustration . Before it had been out of the press a month , Longfellow wrote in his diary : " November 28 , 1858 : Ehringer has sent me a beauti- ful illustration of Miles Standish . ' It is the ...
... eye . The poem lends itself readily to illustration . Before it had been out of the press a month , Longfellow wrote in his diary : " November 28 , 1858 : Ehringer has sent me a beauti- ful illustration of Miles Standish . ' It is the ...
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... eyes , as the sun- beams Dance on the waves of the sea , and vanish again in a moment . Alden laughed as he wrote , and still the Captain continued : 45 " Look ! you can see from this window my brazen howitzer ' planted High on the roof ...
... eyes , as the sun- beams Dance on the waves of the sea , and vanish again in a moment . Alden laughed as he wrote , and still the Captain continued : 45 " Look ! you can see from this window my brazen howitzer ' planted High on the roof ...
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... eyes dilated with wonder , Feeling his words like a blow , that stunned her and rendered her speechless ; Till at length she exclaimed , interrupting the ominous silence : " If the great Captain of Plymouth is so very eager to wed me ...
... eyes dilated with wonder , Feeling his words like a blow , that stunned her and rendered her speechless ; Till at length she exclaimed , interrupting the ominous silence : " If the great Captain of Plymouth is so very eager to wed me ...
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Страница 100 - 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 76 - He wrapped her warm in his seaman's coat, Against the stinging blast ; He cut a rope from a broken spar, And bound her to the mast. "O father ! I hear the church-bells ring, O say, what may it be ? " " Tis a fog-bell on a rock-bound coast ! " — And he steered for the open sea.
Страница 101 - Half-way up the stairs it stands, And points and beckons with its hands From its case of massive oak, Like a monk, who, under his cloak, Crosses himself, and sighs, alas ! With sorrowful voice to all who pass, — " Forever — never ! Never — forever !
Страница 130 - MY LOST YOUTH. OFTEN I think of the beautiful town That is seated by the sea ; Often in thought go up and down The pleasant streets of that dear- old town, And my youth comes back to me. And a verse of a Lapland song Is haunting my memory still : " A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Страница 70 - Oft to his frozen lair Tracked I the grisly bear, While from my path the hare Fled like a shadow; • Oft through the forest dark Followed the were-wolf 's bark, Until the soaring lark Sang from the meadow.
Страница 122 - 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 pathways, that appear As we to higher levels rise. 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 81 - At break of day, as heavenward The pious monks of Saint Bernard Uttered the oft-repeated prayer, A voice cried through the startled air Excelsior ! A traveller, by the faithful hound, Half-buried in the snow was found, Still grasping in his hand of ice That banner with the strange device Excelsior ! There in the twilight cold and gray, Lifeless, but beautiful, he lay, And from the sky, serene and far, A voice fell, like a falling star, Excelsior ! POEMS ON SLAVERY.
Страница 119 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair!
Страница 61 - 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 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.
Страница 62 - I have naught that is fair ?" saith he ; "Have naught but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me I will give them all back again." He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves.