American Poems: Longfellow: Whittier: Bryant: Holmes: Lowell: EmersonHoughton, Mifflin, 1894 - 453 pages |
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... give him . In making the selection for this volume a very sim- ple principle has been followed . It was desired to make the book an agreeable introduction to the pleas- ures of poetry , and , by confining it to American poetry of the ...
... give him . In making the selection for this volume a very sim- ple principle has been followed . It was desired to make the book an agreeable introduction to the pleas- ures of poetry , and , by confining it to American poetry of the ...
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... give the present appearance of the country and inhabitants . The measure of Evangeline is what is commonly known as English dactylic hexameter . The hexameter is the mea- sure used by Homer in the Iliad and the Odyssey , and by Virgil ...
... give the present appearance of the country and inhabitants . The measure of Evangeline is what is commonly known as English dactylic hexameter . The hexameter is the mea- sure used by Homer in the Iliad and the Odyssey , and by Virgil ...
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... gives this proverbial saying : - " Si le soleil rit le jour Sainte - Eulalie , Il y aura pommes et cidre à folie . " ( If the sun smiles on Saint Eulalie's day , there will be plenty of apples , and cider enough . ) Saint Eulalie's day ...
... gives this proverbial saying : - " Si le soleil rit le jour Sainte - Eulalie , Il y aura pommes et cidre à folie . " ( If the sun smiles on Saint Eulalie's day , there will be plenty of apples , and cider enough . ) Saint Eulalie's day ...
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... our Indian Summer , All- Saints Day being November 1st . The French also give this sea- son the name of Saint Martin's Summer , Saint Martin's Day being November 11th . Whir of wings in the drowsy . air , and EVANGELINE . 21.
... our Indian Summer , All- Saints Day being November 1st . The French also give this sea- son the name of Saint Martin's Summer , Saint Martin's Day being November 11th . Whir of wings in the drowsy . air , and EVANGELINE . 21.
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... give and to receive what he thought the com- mon right of mankind . " . - From the Abbé Raynal's account of the Acadians . The Abbé Guillaume Thomas Francis Raynal was a French writer ( 1711–1796 ) , who published A Philosophi- cal ...
... give and to receive what he thought the com- mon right of mankind . " . - From the Abbé Raynal's account of the Acadians . The Abbé Guillaume Thomas Francis Raynal was a French writer ( 1711–1796 ) , who published A Philosophi- cal ...
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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,