Poems of America, 1-2. kötetHenry Wadsworth Longfellow Houghton, Miffin & Company, 1878 - 558 oldal |
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... feelings scan ; A voice comes forth , - ' t is from the dust , — The savage was a man ! Think ye he loved not ? Who stood by , And in his toils took part ? - Woman was there to bless his eye , - The INTRODUCTORY . 21 THE INDIANS.
... feelings scan ; A voice comes forth , - ' t is from the dust , — The savage was a man ! Think ye he loved not ? Who stood by , And in his toils took part ? - Woman was there to bless his eye , - The INTRODUCTORY . 21 THE INDIANS.
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... come the old original Thirteen ! Sir Walter ushers in the Virgin Queen ; Catholic Mary follows her , whose land Smiles on soft Chesapeake from either strand ; Then Georgia , with the sisters Caroline , - One the palmetto wears , and one ...
... come the old original Thirteen ! Sir Walter ushers in the Virgin Queen ; Catholic Mary follows her , whose land Smiles on soft Chesapeake from either strand ; Then Georgia , with the sisters Caroline , - One the palmetto wears , and one ...
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... Comes the free mountain maid , in white and green ; One guards the Charter Oak with lofty mien ; And lo ! in the plain beauty once she wore , The pilgrim mother from the Bay State shore ; And last , not least , is Little Rhody seen ...
... Comes the free mountain maid , in white and green ; One guards the Charter Oak with lofty mien ; And lo ! in the plain beauty once she wore , The pilgrim mother from the Bay State shore ; And last , not least , is Little Rhody seen ...
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... From morn to night in autumn time , When harvests fill the neighboring plains , Up to the mill the farmers drive , And back anon with loaded wains : And when the children come from school They stop , ABINGTON, MASS THE OLD MILL.
... From morn to night in autumn time , When harvests fill the neighboring plains , Up to the mill the farmers drive , And back anon with loaded wains : And when the children come from school They stop , ABINGTON, MASS THE OLD MILL.
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. And when the children come from school They stop , and watch its foamy pool . The mill inside is small and dark ; But peeping in the open door You see the miller flitting round , The dusty bags along the floor ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. And when the children come from school They stop , and watch its foamy pool . The mill inside is small and dark ; But peeping in the open door You see the miller flitting round , The dusty bags along the floor ...
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Abraham Davenport beauty Bells of Lynn beneath billows birds blue boat breast breath breeze bright calm Casco Bay Celia Thaxter cloud dark dead death deep dream earth eyes face fair fall fear feet flame flowers forest gaze gleam glide golden Goody Cole grave gray green hand hath head hear heart heaven Henry Wadsworth Longfellow hills Ipswich town Ireson isle Isles of Shoals James Russell Lowell John Greenleaf Whittier land light Little Jerry lonely look meadows morning mountain murmur never night o'er ocean pale pines Ralph Waldo Emerson river rocks round sail sand seemed shade shadow shine ship shore sight silent sing skipper sleep smile snow song soul sound stand star stone stood storm stream summer sunset sweet thee thine thou tide tower trees village voice wander watch waters waves weary wild William Cullen Bryant wind wood wreck
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140. oldal - He goes on Sunday to the church, And sits among his boys ; He hears the parson pray and preach, He hears his daughter's voice, Singing in the village choir, And it makes his heart rejoice. It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise ! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees...
53. oldal - ANNOUNCED by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven, And veils the farm-house 'at the garden's end. The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed In a tumultuous privacy of storm.
202. oldal - Colder and louder blew the wind, A gale from the Northeast, The snow fell hissing in the brine, And the billows frothed like yeast. Down came the storm, and smote amain The vessel in its strength ; She shuddered and paused, like a frighted steed, Then leaped her cable's length. ' Come hither ! come hither ! my little daughter, And do not tremble so ; For I can weather the roughest gale That ever wind did blow.
58. oldal - Listen, my children, and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five; Hardly a man is now alive Who remembers that famous day and year. He said to his friend, "If the British march By land or sea from the town tonight, Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch Of the North Church tower as a signal...
43. 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! We know what Master laid thy keel, What workmen wrought thy ribs of steel; Who made each mast, and sail, and rope; What anvils rang, what hammers beat; In what a forge and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope.
255. oldal - Were half the power that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need of arsenals or forts: The warrior's name would be a name abhorred!
198. oldal - 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.
56. oldal - So all night long the storm roared on: The morning broke without a sun; In tiny spherule traced with lines Of Nature's geometric signs, In starry flake, and pellicle, All day the hoary meteor fell; And, when the second morning shone, We looked upon a world unknown, On nothing we could call our own. Around the glistening wonder bent The blue walls of the firmament, No cloud above, no earth below, — A universe of sky and snow!
21. oldal - Old Floyd Ireson, for his hard heart, Tarred and feathered and carried in a cart .. By the women of Marblehead...
28. oldal - In happy climes where from the genial sun And virgin earth such scenes ensue, The force of art by nature seems outdone, And fancied beauties by the true: In happy climes, the seat of innocence, Where nature guides and virtue rules, 10 Where men shall not impose for truth and sense The pedantry of courts and schools...