American Poems: Longfellow: Whittier: Bryant: Holmes: Lowell: EmersonHoughton, Mifflin, 1879 - 455 pages |
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... thou hast ever thy jest and thy ballad ! Ever in cheerfullest mood art thou , when others are filled with Gloomy forebodings of ill , and see only ruin before them . Happy art thou , as if every day thou hadst picked up a horseshoe ...
... thou hast ever thy jest and thy ballad ! Ever in cheerfullest mood art thou , when others are filled with Gloomy forebodings of ill , and see only ruin before them . Happy art thou , as if every day thou hadst picked up a horseshoe ...
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... thou hast heard the talk in the village , And , perchance , canst tell us some news of these ships and their errand . ' Then with modest demeanor made answer the no- tary public , - " Gossip enough have I heard , in sooth , yet am never ...
... thou hast heard the talk in the village , And , perchance , canst tell us some news of these ships and their errand . ' Then with modest demeanor made answer the no- tary public , - " Gossip enough have I heard , in sooth , yet am never ...
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... Thou art too fair to be left to braid St. Catherine's tresses . Then would Evangeline answer , serenely but sadly , " I cannot ! 715 Whither my heart has gone , there follows my hand , and not elsewhere . For when the heart goes before ...
... Thou art too fair to be left to braid St. Catherine's tresses . Then would Evangeline answer , serenely but sadly , " I cannot ! 715 Whither my heart has gone , there follows my hand , and not elsewhere . For when the heart goes before ...
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... thou so near unto me , and yet I cannot be- hold thee ? Art thou so near unto me , and yet thy voice does not reach me ? Ah ! how often thy feet have trod this path to the prairie ! 1050 Ah ! how often thine eyes have looked on the ...
... thou so near unto me , and yet I cannot be- hold thee ? Art thou so near unto me , and yet thy voice does not reach me ? Ah ! how often thy feet have trod this path to the prairie ! 1050 Ah ! how often thine eyes have looked on the ...
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... Thou of the Quakers , 1265 For it recalled the past , the old Acadian country , Where all men were equal , and all were brothers and sisters . So , when the fruitless search , the disappointed endeavor , Ended , to recommence no more ...
... Thou of the Quakers , 1265 For it recalled the past , the old Acadian country , Where all men were equal , and all were brothers and sisters . So , when the fruitless search , the disappointed endeavor , Ended , to recommence no more ...
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Page 354 - 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...
Page 17 - 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.
Page 15 - 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 on the mountains Sea-fogs pitched their tents, and mists from the mighty Atlantic Looked on the happy valley, but ne'er from their station descended.
Page 354 - 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 ; His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings, And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings ; He sings to the wide world, and she to her nest, — In the nice ear of nature which song is the best...
Page 187 - Tis of the wave and not the rock ; ,Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale ! In spite of rock and tempest's roar. In spite of false lights on the shore, Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea ! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee...
Page 36 - Silently one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven, Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.
Page 279 - 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!
Page 192 - Littered the stalls, and from the mows Raked down the herd's-grass for the cows ; Heard the horse whinnying for his corn ; And, sharply clashing horn on horn, Impatient down the stanchion rows The cattle shake their walnut bows...
Page 18 - Fairer was she when, on Sunday morn, while the bell from its turret Sprinkled with holy sounds the air, as the priest with his hyssop Sprinkles the congregation, and scatters blessings upon them...
Page 17 - Softly the Angelus sounded, and over the roofs of the village Columns of pale blue smoke, like clouds of incense ascending, 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.