American Poems: Longfellow: Whittier: Bryant: Holmes: Lowell: EmersonHoughton, Mifflin, 1894 - 453 pages |
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... heart or the knocker of iron ; 110 Or , at the joyous feast of the Patron Saint of the vil- lage , Bolder grew , and pressed her hand in the dance as he whispered Hurried words of love , that seemed a part of the music . But among all ...
... heart or the knocker of iron ; 110 Or , at the joyous feast of the Patron Saint of the vil- lage , Bolder grew , and pressed her hand in the dance as he whispered Hurried words of love , that seemed a part of the music . But among all ...
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... heart of the ocean Was for a moment consoled . All sounds were in harmony blended . Voices of children at play , the crowing of cocks in the farm - yards , 159. The Summer of All - Saints is our Indian Summer , All- Saints Day being ...
... heart of the ocean Was for a moment consoled . All sounds were in harmony blended . Voices of children at play , the crowing of cocks in the farm - yards , 159. The Summer of All - Saints is our Indian Summer , All- Saints Day being ...
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... heart Evangeline knew who was with him . " Welcome ! " the farmer exclaimed , as their footsteps paused on the threshold , " Welcome , Basil , my friend ! Come , take thy place on the settle Close by the chimney - side , which is always ...
... heart Evangeline knew who was with him . " Welcome ! " the farmer exclaimed , as their footsteps paused on the threshold , " Welcome , Basil , my friend ! Come , take thy place on the settle Close by the chimney - side , which is always ...
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... heart , and filled it with gladness . Carefully then were covered the embers that glowed on the hearth - stone , And on the oaken stairs resounded the tread of the farmer . Soon with a soundless step the foot of Evangeline fol- lowed ...
... heart , and filled it with gladness . Carefully then were covered the embers that glowed on the hearth - stone , And on the oaken stairs resounded the tread of the farmer . Soon with a soundless step the foot of Evangeline fol- lowed ...
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... heart of the Saviour ! O inexhaustible foun- tain ! Fill our hearts this day with strength and submission and patience ! " Then the old men , as they marched , and the women that stood by the wayside 550 Joined in the sacred psalm , and ...
... heart of the Saviour ! O inexhaustible foun- tain ! Fill our hearts this day with strength and submission and patience ! " Then the old men , as they marched , and the women that stood by the wayside 550 Joined in the sacred psalm , and ...
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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,