The complete poetical works [&c.]. |
Részletek a könyvből
1 - 5 találat összesen 100 találatból.
5. oldal
... wild with the winds of September Wrestled the trees of the forest , as Jacob of old with the angel . All the signs foretold a winter long and inclement . Bees , with prophetic instinct of want , had hoarded their honey Till the hives ...
... wild with the winds of September Wrestled the trees of the forest , as Jacob of old with the angel . All the signs foretold a winter long and inclement . Bees , with prophetic instinct of want , had hoarded their honey Till the hives ...
15. oldal
... wild flowers ; There stood the tankard of ale , and the cheese fresh brought from the dairy ; And at the head of the board the great arm - chair of the farmer . Thus did Evangeline wait at her father's door , as the sunset Threw the ...
... wild flowers ; There stood the tankard of ale , and the cheese fresh brought from the dairy ; And at the head of the board the great arm - chair of the farmer . Thus did Evangeline wait at her father's door , as the sunset Threw the ...
20. oldal
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. When the wild horses affrighted sweep by with the speed of the whirlwind , Or the loud bellowing herds of buffaloes rush to the river . Such was the sound that arose on the night , as the herd and the horses ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. When the wild horses affrighted sweep by with the speed of the whirlwind , Or the loud bellowing herds of buffaloes rush to the river . Such was the sound that arose on the night , as the herd and the horses ...
24. oldal
... Wild through the dark colonnades and corridors leafy the blast rang , Breaking the seal of silence , and giving tongues to the forest . Soundless above them the banners of moss just stirred to the music . Multitudinous echoes awoke and ...
... Wild through the dark colonnades and corridors leafy the blast rang , Breaking the seal of silence , and giving tongues to the forest . Soundless above them the banners of moss just stirred to the music . Multitudinous echoes awoke and ...
30. oldal
... wild and unclaimed in the prairies ; Here , too , lands may be had for the asking , and forests of timber With a few blows of the axe are hewn and framed into houses . After your houses are built , and your fields are yellow with ...
... wild and unclaimed in the prairies ; Here , too , lands may be had for the asking , and forests of timber With a few blows of the axe are hewn and framed into houses . After your houses are built , and your fields are yellow with ...
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
Acadian Alden Angel answered arrows beautiful behold bells beneath birds breath bright clouds cried CUTH Dacotahs dark dead death door dream earth ELSIE Evangeline eyes face father fear feet Filled flowers forest gazed gleam golden grave hand hast hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha Hoheneck holy John Alden Kenabeek King Olaf land Laughing Laughing Water light listen little Hiawatha look Lord loud LUCIF maiden meadow Miles Standish Minnesinger Mondamin monk moon morning Mudjekeewis night Nokomis o'er Osseo passed Pau-Puk-Keewis Plymouth prayer Prince Priscilla river rose round sail Salern Sandalphon sang seemed shadows shining Sigrid the Haughty silent singing sleep song Song of Hiawatha sorrow soul sound spake stand stars stood strong sunshine sweet Tharaw thee thought unto village voice walls wampum wandered wave Wenonah whispered wigwam wild wind words youth
Népszerű szakaszok
144. oldal - 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.
113. oldal - Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each, burning deed and thought.
62. oldal - Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State ! Sail on, O UNION, strong and great : Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, Is hanging breathless on thy fate...
45. oldal - Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us, Footprints on the sands of time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
484. oldal - If the British march By land or sea from the town to-night, Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch Of the North Church tower as a signal light,— One, if by land, and two, if by sea; And I on the opposite shore will be, Ready to ride and spread the alarm Through every Middlesex village and farm, For the country folk to be up and to arm.
286. oldal - A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts." I remember the black wharves and the slips, And the sea-tides tossing free ; And 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.
93. oldal - 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?
92. oldal - IT was the schooner Hesperus, That sailed the wintry sea; And the skipper had taken his little daughter, To bear him company. Blue were her eyes as the fairy-flax, Her cheeks like the dawn of day, And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds, That ope in the month of May. The skipper he stood beside the helm, His pipe was in his mouth, And he watched how the veering flaw did blow The smoke now West, now South.
49. oldal - Spake full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine, When he called the flowers, so blue and golden, Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine.
45. oldal - There is a Reaper, whose name is Death, And, with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between. 'Shall I have nought that is fair?' saith he, 'Have nought but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again.