American Poems: Longfellow: Whittier: Bryant: Holmes: Lowell: EmersonHoughton, Mifflin, 1894 - 453 pages |
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... called formerly Acadie by the French , was in the hands of the French and English by turns until the year 1713 , when , by the Peace of Utrecht , it was ceded by France to Great Brit- ain , and has ever since remained in the possession ...
... called formerly Acadie by the French , was in the hands of the French and English by turns until the year 1713 , when , by the Peace of Utrecht , it was ceded by France to Great Brit- ain , and has ever since remained in the possession ...
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... called Cadie ; it after- wards was called Arcadia , Accadia , or L'Acadie . The name is probably a French adaptation of a word common among the Micmac Indians living there , signifying place or region , and used as an affix to other ...
... called Cadie ; it after- wards was called Arcadia , Accadia , or L'Acadie . The name is probably a French adaptation of a word common among the Micmac Indians living there , signifying place or region , and used as an affix to other ...
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... called Normandy Picturesque , by Henry Black- burn , and to Through Normandy , by Katharine S. Macquoid . 39. The term kirtle was sometimes applied to the jacket only , sometimes to the train or upper petticoat attached to it . A full ...
... called Normandy Picturesque , by Henry Black- burn , and to Through Normandy , by Katharine S. Macquoid . 39. The term kirtle was sometimes applied to the jacket only , sometimes to the train or upper petticoat attached to it . A full ...
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... called the people to prayer , in com- memoration of the visit of the angel of the Lord to the Virgin Mary . It was introduced into France in its modern form in the sixteenth century . Stalworth and stately in form was the man of seventy ...
... called the people to prayer , in com- memoration of the visit of the angel of the Lord to the Virgin Mary . It was introduced into France in its modern form in the sixteenth century . Stalworth and stately in form was the man of seventy ...
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... called ; for that was the sunshine Which , as the farmers believed , would load their orchards with apples ; 145 She too would bring to her husband's house delight and abundance , Filling it full of love and the ruddy faces of children ...
... called ; for that was the sunshine Which , as the farmers believed , would load their orchards with apples ; 145 She too would bring to her husband's house delight and abundance , Filling it full of love and the ruddy faces of children ...
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Page 34 - Silently one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven, Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels. Thus was the evening passed. Anon the bell from the belfry Rang out the hour of nine, the village curfew, and straightway Rose the guests and departed ; and
Page 197 - And ever, when a louder blast The merrier up its roaring draught The great throat of the chimney laughed, The house-dog on his paws outspread iw Laid to the fire his drowsy head, The cat's dark silhouette on the wall A couchant tiger's seemed to fall; And, for the winter fireside meet, Between the andirons
Page 99 - Thousands of throbbing hearts, where theirs are at rest and forever, Thousands of aching brains, where theirs no longer are busy, Thousands of toiling hands, where theirs have ceased from their labors, Thousands of weary feet, where theirs have completed their journey! Still stands the forest primeval; but under the shade of its branches
Page 334 - The hand that rounded Peter's dome, And groined the aisles of Christian Rome, Wrought in a sad sincerity; Himself from God he could not free ; He builded better than he knew; — The conscious stone to beauty grew.
Page 172 - BUILD me straight, O worthy Master! Stanch and strong, a goodly vessel, That shall laugh at all disaster, And with wave and whirlwind wrestle! " The merchant's word Delighted the Master heard; For his heart was in his work, and the heart Giveth grace unto every Art. That
Page 192 - 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, inclosed In a tumultuous privacy of storm.
Page 183 - To-day the vessel shall be launched ! With fleecy clouds the sky is blanched, And o'er the bay, Slowly, in all his splendors dight, The great sun rises to behold the sight. 265 The ocean old, Centuries old, Strong as youth, and as uncontrolled, Paces restless to and fro, Up and down the sands of gold.
Page 91 - And the streets still reecho the names of the trees of the forest, As if they fain would appease the Dryads whose haunts they molested. There from the troubled sea had Evangeline landed, an exile, Finding among the children of Penn a home and a country. There old Rene Leblanc had died; and when
Page 10 - Speaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest. 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
Page 99 - isso Still stands the forest primeval; but far away from its shadow, Side by side, in their nameless graves, the lovers are sleeping. Under the humble walls of the little Catholic churchyard, In the heart of the city, they lie, unknown and unnoticed. Daily the tides of life go ebbing and flowing beside them,