Poems, Volume 2Ticknor and Fields, 1863 |
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... forever departed ! Scattered like dust and leaves , when the mighty blasts of October Seize them , and whirl them aloft , and sprinkle them far o'er the ocean . Naught but tradition remains of the beautiful vil- lage of ( 3 )
... forever departed ! Scattered like dust and leaves , when the mighty blasts of October Seize them , and whirl them aloft , and sprinkle them far o'er the ocean . Naught but tradition remains of the beautiful vil- lage of ( 3 )
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... o'er the meadows . West and south there were fields of flax , and orchards and cornfields Spreading afar and unfenced o'er the plain ; and away to the northward Blomidon rose , and the forests old , and aloft cn the mountains Sea - fogs ...
... o'er the meadows . West and south there were fields of flax , and orchards and cornfields Spreading afar and unfenced o'er the plain ; and away to the northward Blomidon rose , and the forests old , and aloft cn the mountains Sea - fogs ...
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... o'er a box for the poor , or the blessed image of Mary . Farther down , on the slope of the hill , was the well with its moss - grown Bucket , fastened with iron , and near it a trough for the horses . Shielding the house from storms ...
... o'er a box for the poor , or the blessed image of Mary . Farther down , on the slope of the hill , was the well with its moss - grown Bucket , fastened with iron , and near it a trough for the horses . Shielding the house from storms ...
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... o'er the gable projected a roof of thatch ; and a staircase , Under the sheltering eaves , led up to the odorous corn - loft . There too the dove - cot stood , with its meek and innocent inmates Murmuring ever of love ; while above in ...
... o'er the gable projected a roof of thatch ; and a staircase , Under the sheltering eaves , led up to the odorous corn - loft . There too the dove - cot stood , with its meek and innocent inmates Murmuring ever of love ; while above in ...
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... o'er the city a tempest rose ; and the bolts of the thunder Smote the statue of bronze , and hurled in wrath from its left hand Down on the pavement below the clattering scales of the balance , And in the hollow thereof was found the ...
... o'er the city a tempest rose ; and the bolts of the thunder Smote the statue of bronze , and hurled in wrath from its left hand Down on the pavement below the clattering scales of the balance , And in the hollow thereof was found the ...
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Acadian answered arrows beauty beaver behold beneath Big-Sea-Water birds breath canoe Chibiabos corn-fields cried Dacotahs darkness daughter dead deer deer-skin doorway ELSIE Evangeline eyes face father fell Filled flowers forest garments gazed Gitche Gitche Gumee gleaming guests hand hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha Homeward Iagoo John Alden Kenabeek Kwasind lakes land Laughing Water leaped light listen little Hiawatha lodge look LUCIFER magic maiden maize Manito meadow mighty Miles Standish Minnehaha Mondamin moon morning mountains Mudjekeewis Nahma night o'er old Nokomis Osseo Pau-Puk-Keewis pine-trees prairie PRINCE HENRY Priscilla river rose round rushing sailing Sang shadows shining shouted sighing silent singing slowly song Song of Hiawatha sorrow sound spake Spirit Star stood sunshine sweet thee thou tresses unto URSULA village voice Wabasso wampum war-club warriors Wenonah West-Wind whispered wigwam wild wind wonder words yellow youth
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Page 3 - 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?
Page 69 - ... delightful land which is washed by the Delaware's waters, Guarding in sylvan shades the name of Penn the apostle, Stands on the banks of its beautiful stream the city he founded. There all the air is balm, and the peach is the emblem of beauty, And the streets still ree'cho the names of the trees of the forest, As if they fain would appease the Dryads whose haunts they molested.
Page 278 - Thus the Birch Canoe was builded In the valley, by the river, In the bosom of the forest ; And the forest's life was in it, All its mystery and its magic, All the lightness of the birch-tree, All the toughness of the cedar, All the larch's supple sinews ; And it floated on the river Like a yellow leaf in Autumn, Like a yellow water-lily.
Page 7 - Rose from a hundred hearths, the homes of peace and contentment. Thus dwelt together in love these simple Acadian farmers, — Dwelt in the love of God and of man. Alike were they free from Fear, that reigns with the tyrant, and envy, the vice of republics. Neither locks had they to their doors, nor bars to their windows ; But their dwellings were open as day and the hearts of the owners ; There the richest was poor, and the poorest lived in abundance.
Page 74 - And from her eyes and cheeks the light and bloom of the morning. Then there escaped from her lips a cry of such terrible anguish, That the dying heard it, and started up from their pillows.
Page 71 - Patience and abnegation of self, and devotion to others, This was the lesson a life of trial and sorrow had taught her. So was her love diffused, but, like to some odorous spices, Suffered no waste nor loss, though filling the air with aroma. Other hope had she none, nor wish in life, but to follow Meekly, with reverent steps, the sacred feet of her Saviour.
Page 11 - Oft in the barns they climbed to the populous nests on the rafters, Seeking with eager eyes that wondrous stone, which the swallow Brings from the shore of the sea to restore the sight of its fledglings; Lucky was he who found that stone in the nest of the swallow!
Page 75 - Died on his lips, and their motion revealed what his tongue would have spoken. Vainly he strove to rise ; and Evangeline, kneeling beside him, Kissed his dying lips, and laid his head on her bosom. Sweet was the light of his eyes ; but it suddenly sank into darkness, As when a lamp is blown out by a gust of wind at a casement.
Page 28 - Have you so soon forgotten all lessons of love and forgiveness ? This is the house of the Prince of Peace, and would you profane it Thus with violent deeds and hearts overflowing with hatred ? Lo ! where the crucified Christ from his cross is gazing upon you ! See ! in those sorrowful eyes what meekness and holy compassion ! Hark ! how those lips still repeat the prayer,
Page 276 - Lay aside your white-skin wrapper, For the Summer-time is coming, And the sun is warm in heaven, And you need no white-skin wrapper...