The poetical works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Author's pocket-vol. ed, Volume 2 |
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... passed , with her chaplet of beads and her missal , Wearing her Norman cap , and her kirtle of blue , and the ear - rings , Brought in the olden time from France , and since , as an heir - loom , Handed down from mother to child ...
... passed , with her chaplet of beads and her missal , Wearing her Norman cap , and her kirtle of blue , and the ear - rings , Brought in the olden time from France , and since , as an heir - loom , Handed down from mother to child ...
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. When she had passed , it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music . Firmly builded with rafters of oak , the house of the farmer Stood on the side of a hill commanding the sea ; and a shady Sycamore grew by ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. When she had passed , it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music . Firmly builded with rafters of oak , the house of the farmer Stood on the side of a hill commanding the sea ; and a shady Sycamore grew by ...
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... passed a few swift years , and they no longer were children . He was a valiant youth , and his face , like the face of the morning , Gladdened the earth with its light , and ripened thought into action . She was a woman now , with the ...
... passed a few swift years , and they no longer were children . He was a valiant youth , and his face , like the face of the morning , Gladdened the earth with its light , and ripened thought into action . She was a woman now , with the ...
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... passed since the English ships at their anchors Ride in the Gaspereau's mouth , with their cannon pointed against us . What their design may be is unknown ; but all are commanded On the morrow to meet in the church , where his Majesty's ...
... passed since the English ships at their anchors Ride in the Gaspereau's mouth , with their cannon pointed against us . What their design may be is unknown ; but all are commanded On the morrow to meet in the church , where his Majesty's ...
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... passed the evening away . Anon the bell from the belfry Rang out the hour of nine , the village curfew , and straightway Rose the guests and departed ; and silence reigned in the household . Many a farewell word and sweet good - night ...
... passed the evening away . Anon the bell from the belfry Rang out the hour of nine , the village curfew , and straightway Rose the guests and departed ; and silence reigned in the household . Many a farewell word and sweet good - night ...
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Acadian aloft anon answered John Alden art thou Basil the blacksmith beautiful beheld blossom breath Cæsar Captain of Plymouth cloth Damascus darkness descended door Evangeline eyes face farmer Father Felician Fcap Filled Flanders flowers forest friendship Gabriel garden Garden of Eden gazed gleamed golden grave hand heard heaven herds Indian labour land laughed light lips looked loud maize matchlock May-Flower meadows Miles Standish mingled mist morning nearer night notary public o'er ocean Opelousas Ozark Mountains passed paused prairies prayer priest Priscilla Puritan maiden river roof rose rushed sacred sail scabbard sea-shore seemed shadow Shawnee shore silent Sir JOHN GILBERT Sister of Mercy slowly slumber smile snow-white sorrow soul sound spake speak stood sunshine sweet thee Thereupon answered thou thought tide treadle tremulous unto village of Grand-Pré voice waited wandered Wattawamat weary whispered wind window words
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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 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 21 - 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 121 - All was ended now, the hope, and the fear, and the sorrow, All the aching of heart, the restless unsatisfied longing, All the dull, deep pain, and constant anguish of patience 1 And, as she pressed once more the lifeless head to her bosom, Meekly she bowed her own, and murmured,
Page 118 - 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. On the pallet before her was stretched the form of an old man. Long, and thin...
Page 123 - IN the Old Colony days, in Plymouth the land of the Pilgrims, To and fro in a room of his simple and primitive dwelling, Clad in doublet and hose, and boots of Cordovan leather, Strode, with a martial air, Miles Standish the Puritan Captain.
Page 80 - ... the water, Shook from his little throat such floods of delirious music, That the whole air and the woods and the waves seemed silent to listen. Plaintive at first were the tones and sad ; then soaring to madness Seemed they to follow or guide the revel of frenzied Bacchantes. Single notes were then heard, in sorrowful, low lamentation ; Till, having gathered them all, he flung them abroad in derision, As when, after a storm, a gust of wind through the tree-tops Shakes down the rattling rain in...
Page 111 - V. fN that 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 reecho the names of the trees of the forest, As if they fain would appease the Dryads whose haunts they molested.
Page 76 - Hung their ladder of ropes aloft like the ladder of Jacob, On whose pendulous stairs the angels ascending, descending, Were the swift humming-birds, that flitted from blossom to blossom. Such was the vision Evangeline saw as she slumbered beneath it. Filled was her heart with love, and the dawn of an opening heaven Lighted her soul in sleep with the glory of regions celestial.
Page 64 - Scattered were they, like flakes of snow, when the wind from the northeast Strikes aslant through the fogs that darken the Banks of Newfoundland. Friendless, homeless, hopeless, they wandered from city to city, From the cold lakes of the North to sultry Southern savannas, — From the bleak shores of the sea to the lands where the Father of Waters Seizes the hills in his hands, and drags them down to the ocean, Deep in their sands to bury the scattered bones of the mammoth.
Page 79 - There the long-wandering bride shall be given again to her bridegroom, There the long-absent pastor regain his flock and his sheepfold. Beautiful is the land, with its prairies and forests of fruit-trees ; Under the feet a garden of flowers, and the bluest of heavens Bending above, and resting its dome on the walls of the forest. They who dwell there have named it the Eden of Louisiana.