American Poems: Longfellow: Whittier: Bryant: Holmes: Lowell: EmersonHorace Elisha Scudder Houghton, Mifflin, 1879 - 455 oldal |
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43. oldal
... moment they stood in speechless wonder , and then rose Louder and ever louder a wail of sorrow and anger , 450 And , by one impulse moved , they madly rushed to the door - way . Vain was the hope of escape ; and cries and EVANGELINE . 43.
... moment they stood in speechless wonder , and then rose Louder and ever louder a wail of sorrow and anger , 450 And , by one impulse moved , they madly rushed to the door - way . Vain was the hope of escape ; and cries and EVANGELINE . 43.
64. oldal
... wonder and sadness , - 780 Strange forebodings of ill , unseen and that cannot be compassed . As , at the tramp of a horse's hoof on the turf of the prairies , Far in advance are closed the leaves of the shrink- 64 LONGFELLOW .
... wonder and sadness , - 780 Strange forebodings of ill , unseen and that cannot be compassed . As , at the tramp of a horse's hoof on the turf of the prairies , Far in advance are closed the leaves of the shrink- 64 LONGFELLOW .
73. oldal
... wonder ; 930 When they beheld his face , they recognized Basil the blacksmith . Hearty his welcome was , as he led his guests to the garden . There in an arbor of roses with endless question and answer Gave they vent to their hearts ...
... wonder ; 930 When they beheld his face , they recognized Basil the blacksmith . Hearty his welcome was , as he led his guests to the garden . There in an arbor of roses with endless question and answer Gave they vent to their hearts ...
85. oldal
... of her soul by pity and woman's compassion , 1135 Yet in her sorrow pleased that one who had suf- fered was near her , She in turn related her love and all its disasters . Mute with wonder the Shawnee sat , and when she EVANGELINE . 85.
... of her soul by pity and woman's compassion , 1135 Yet in her sorrow pleased that one who had suf- fered was near her , She in turn related her love and all its disasters . Mute with wonder the Shawnee sat , and when she EVANGELINE . 85.
86. oldal
... wonder the Shawnee sat , and when she had ended Still was mute ; but at length , as if a mysterious horror Passed through her brain , she spake , and re- peated the tale of the Mowis ; 1140 Mowis , the bridegroom of snow , who won and ...
... wonder the Shawnee sat , and when she had ended Still was mute ; but at length , as if a mysterious horror Passed through her brain , she spake , and re- peated the tale of the Mowis ; 1140 Mowis , the bridegroom of snow , who won and ...
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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.