American Poems: Longfellow: Whittier: Bryant: Holmes: Lowell: EmersonHorace Elisha Scudder Houghton, Mifflin, 1879 - 455 pages |
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... Close at her father's side was the gentle Evange- line seated , Spinning flax for the loom that stood in the cor- ner behind her . Silent awhile were its treadles , at rest was its dil- igent shuttle , While the monotonous drone of the ...
... Close at her father's side was the gentle Evange- line seated , Spinning flax for the loom that stood in the cor- ner behind her . Silent awhile were its treadles , at rest was its dil- igent shuttle , While the monotonous drone of the ...
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... Close by the chimney - side , which is always empty . without thee ; 225 Take from the shelf overhead thy pipe and the box of tobacco ; Never so much thyself art thou as when , through the curling Smoke of the pipe or the forge , thy ...
... Close by the chimney - side , which is always empty . without thee ; 225 Take from the shelf overhead thy pipe and the box of tobacco ; Never so much thyself art thou as when , through the curling Smoke of the pipe or the forge , thy ...
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... Close at their sides their children ran , and urged on the oxen , While in their little hands they clasped some frag- ments of playthings . Thus to the Gaspereau's mouth they hurried and there on the sea - beach Piled in confusion lay ...
... Close at their sides their children ran , and urged on the oxen , While in their little hands they clasped some frag- ments of playthings . Thus to the Gaspereau's mouth they hurried and there on the sea - beach Piled in confusion lay ...
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... close under the lee of the island , But by the opposite bank , and behind a screen of palmettos ; So that they saw not the boat , where it lay con- cealed in the willows ; All undisturbed by the dash of their oars , and un- seen , were ...
... close under the lee of the island , But by the opposite bank , and behind a screen of palmettos ; So that they saw not the boat , where it lay con- cealed in the willows ; All undisturbed by the dash of their oars , and un- seen , were ...
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... Close in thy garments of mist , to allay the fever within me ! " Like an awakened conscience , the sea was moaning and tossing , 355 Beating remorseful and loud the mutable sands of the sea - shore . Fierce in his soul was the struggle ...
... Close in thy garments of mist , to allay the fever within me ! " Like an awakened conscience , the sea was moaning and tossing , 355 Beating remorseful and loud the mutable sands of the sea - shore . Fierce in his soul was the struggle ...
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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 350 - There is Lowell, who's striving Parnassus to climb With a whole bale of isms tied together with rhyme, He might get on alone, spite of brambles and boulders, But he can't with that bundle he has on his shoulders, The top of the hill he will ne'er come nigh reaching Till he learns the .distinction 'twixt singing and preaching...
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 12 - THIS is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight, Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic, Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms.
Page 354 - And there's never a leaf nor a blade too mean To be some happy creature's palace; 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...
Page 36 - Silently one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven, Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.
Page 277 - But, when she glanced to the far-off town, White from its hill-slope looking down, The sweet song died, and a vague unrest And a nameless longing filled her breast — A wish, that she hardly dared to own, For something better than she had known.
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 13 - 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 Acadian farmers, — Men whose lives glided on like rivers that water the woodlands, Darkened by shadows of earth, but reflecting an image of heaven...
Page 61 - Talk not of wasted affection, affection never was wasted ; If it enrich not the heart of another, its waters, returning Back to their springs, like the rain, shall fill them full of refreshment ; That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain.