American Poems: Longfellow: Whittier: Bryant: Holmes: Lowell: EmersonHorace Elisha Scudder Houghton, Mifflin, 1879 - 455 oldal |
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... light of the volume of Nova Scotia Archives , edited by T. B. Akins . The sketches of travellers in Nova Scotia , as Acadia , or a Month among the Blue Noses , by F. S. Cozzens , and Baddeck , by C. D. Warner , give the present ...
... light of the volume of Nova Scotia Archives , edited by T. B. Akins . The sketches of travellers in Nova Scotia , as Acadia , or a Month among the Blue Noses , by F. S. Cozzens , and Baddeck , by C. D. Warner , give the present ...
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... circle of cinders . Oft on autumnal eves , when without in the gath- ering darkness 122 The plain - song is a monotonic recitative of the collects . ! 130 Bursting with light seemed the smithy , through every EVANGELINE . 21.
... circle of cinders . Oft on autumnal eves , when without in the gath- ering darkness 122 The plain - song is a monotonic recitative of the collects . ! 130 Bursting with light seemed the smithy , through every EVANGELINE . 21.
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... light seemed the smithy , through every cranny and crevice , Warm by the forge within they watched the la- boring bellows , And as its panting ceased , and the sparks expired in the ashes , Merrily laughed , and said they were nuns ...
... light seemed the smithy , through every cranny and crevice , Warm by the forge within they watched the la- boring bellows , And as its panting ceased , and the sparks expired in the ashes , Merrily laughed , and said they were nuns ...
23. oldal
... light and abundance , Filling it full of love and the ruddy faces of chil- dren . II . Now had the season returned , when the nights grow colder and longer , And the retreating sun the sign of the Scorpion enters . 150 Birds of passage ...
... light and abundance , Filling it full of love and the ruddy faces of chil- dren . II . Now had the season returned , when the nights grow colder and longer , And the retreating sun the sign of the Scorpion enters . 150 Birds of passage ...
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... light ; and the landscape Lay as if new - created in all the freshness of child- hood . Peace seemed to reign upon earth , and the rest- less heart of the ocean Was for a moment consoled . All sounds were in harmony blended . Voices of ...
... light ; and the landscape Lay as if new - created in all the freshness of child- hood . Peace seemed to reign upon earth , and the rest- less heart of the ocean Was for a moment consoled . All sounds were in harmony blended . Voices of ...
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Acadian Agassiz Annapolis River beauty behold beneath bobolink breath Captain cheer cloud dark door dream England Evangeline eyes face fair father feet fire flowers forest Gabriel gleamed glow golden Grand-Pré grave gray green hand head heard heart heaven hexameter hills Holy Grail human Indian John Alden Jotun Julius Cæsar land lapstone laugh light lips living look Lord loud maiden Mayflower meadows Miles Standish morning mountain murmur nature never night Nova Scotia o'er ocean passed paused Phillips Academy Plymouth poems poet poetry prayer Priscilla Puritan river rock rose round sail SAMUEL SEWALL seemed Sella shade shadow ship shore silent Sir Launfal smile snow song sorrow soul sound spake stood story stream strong summer sunshine sweet thee thou thought tree village voice wall wandered wind winter Witch's Daughter woods words youth
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354. oldal - And what is so rare as a day in June ? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays : Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten ; Every clod feels a stir of might. An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
350. oldal - There is Lowell, who's striving Parnassus to climb With a whole bale of isms tied together with rhyme, He might get on alone, spite of brambles and boulders, But he can't with that bundle he has on his shoulders, The top of the hill he will ne'er come nigh reaching Till he learns the .distinction 'twixt singing and preaching...
17. oldal - Hearty and hale was he, an oak that is covered with snow-flakes; White as the snow were his locks, and his cheeks as brown as the oak-leaves.
12. oldal - THIS is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight, Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic, Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms.
354. oldal - And there's never a leaf nor a blade too mean To be some happy creature's palace; The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer it receives...
36. oldal - Silently one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven, Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.
277. oldal - But, when she glanced to the far-off town, White from its hill-slope looking down, The sweet song died, and a vague unrest And a nameless longing filled her breast — A wish, that she hardly dared to own, For something better than she had known.
279. oldal - Oft when the wine in his glass was red, He longed for the wayside well instead; And closed his eyes on his garnished rooms, To dream of meadows and clover-blooms. And the proud man sighed, with a secret pain, "Ah, that I were free again!
13. oldal - This is the forest primeval ; but where are the hearts that beneath it Leaped like the roe, when he hears in the woodland the voice of the huntsman Where is the thatch-roofed village, the home of Acadian farmers, — Men whose lives glided on like rivers that water the woodlands, Darkened by shadows of earth, but reflecting an image of heaven...
61. oldal - Talk not of wasted affection, affection never was wasted ; If it enrich not the heart of another, its waters, returning Back to their springs, like the rain, shall fill them full of refreshment ; That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain.