The Courtship of Miles Standish: And Other PoemsThomas Y. Crowell & Company, 1900 - 206 страници |
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... grave she will be ! " And the ships that came from England When the winter months were gone , Brought no tidings of this vessel Nor of Master Lamberton . This put the people to praying That the Lord would let them hear What in his ...
... grave she will be ! " And the ships that came from England When the winter months were gone , Brought no tidings of this vessel Nor of Master Lamberton . This put the people to praying That the Lord would let them hear What in his ...
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... graves forgotten stretch their dusty hands , And hold in mortmain still their old estates . The spirit - world around this world of sense Floats like an atmosphere , and everywhere Wafts through these earthly mists and vapors dense A ...
... graves forgotten stretch their dusty hands , And hold in mortmain still their old estates . The spirit - world around this world of sense Floats like an atmosphere , and everywhere Wafts through these earthly mists and vapors dense A ...
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... grave commanders , I forget in what campaign , Long besieged , in mud and rain , Some old frontier town of Flanders . Up and down the dreary camp , In great boots of Spanish leather , Striding with a measured tramp , These Hidalgos ...
... grave commanders , I forget in what campaign , Long besieged , in mud and rain , Some old frontier town of Flanders . Up and down the dreary camp , In great boots of Spanish leather , Striding with a measured tramp , These Hidalgos ...
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... graves , Close by the street of this fair seaport town , Silent beside the never - silent waves , At rest in all this moving up and down ! The trees are white with dust , that o'er their sleep Wave their broad curtains in the south ...
... graves , Close by the street of this fair seaport town , Silent beside the never - silent waves , At rest in all this moving up and down ! The trees are white with dust , that o'er their sleep Wave their broad curtains in the south ...
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... graves and their remem- brance green . How came they here ? What burst of Chris- tian hate , What persecution , merciless and blind , Drove o'er the sea that desert desolate These Ishmaels and Hagars of mankind ? They lived in narrow ...
... graves and their remem- brance green . How came they here ? What burst of Chris- tian hate , What persecution , merciless and blind , Drove o'er the sea that desert desolate These Ishmaels and Hagars of mankind ? They lived in narrow ...
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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.