PoemsBogue, 1856 - 764 pages |
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Page 11
... slept ; their protector , When from the forest at night , through the starry silence , the wolves howled . Late , with the rising moon . returned the wains from the marshes , Laden with briny hay , that filled the air with EVANGELINE . 11.
... slept ; their protector , When from the forest at night , through the starry silence , the wolves howled . Late , with the rising moon . returned the wains from the marshes , Laden with briny hay , that filled the air with EVANGELINE . 11.
Page 17
... rising , and blessing the bride and the bridegroom , Lifted aloft the tankard of ale and drank to their welfare . Wiping the foam from his lip , he solemnly bowed and departed , While in silence the others sat and mused by the fireside ...
... rising , and blessing the bride and the bridegroom , Lifted aloft the tankard of ale and drank to their welfare . Wiping the foam from his lip , he solemnly bowed and departed , While in silence the others sat and mused by the fireside ...
Page 18
... rise Over the pallid sea and the silvery mist of the meadows . Silently one by one , in the infinite meadows of heaven , Blossomed the lovely stars , the forget - me - nots of the angels . Thus passed the evening away . Anon the bell ...
... rise Over the pallid sea and the silvery mist of the meadows . Silently one by one , in the infinite meadows of heaven , Blossomed the lovely stars , the forget - me - nots of the angels . Thus passed the evening away . Anon the bell ...
Page 49
... rise smokes from the camps of these savage marauders ; Here and there rise groves from the margins of swift - running rivers ; And the grim , taciturn bear , the anchorite monk of the desert , Climbs down their dark ravines to dig for ...
... rise smokes from the camps of these savage marauders ; Here and there rise groves from the margins of swift - running rivers ; And the grim , taciturn bear , the anchorite monk of the desert , Climbs down their dark ravines to dig for ...
Page 59
... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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Acadian angel Bart beautiful behold BELFRY OF BRUGES bell beneath birds breath bright Chibiabos Chispa clouds Cruz CRUZADO Dacotahs dance dark dead death Don Carlos dost dream earth Edenhall Elsie Evangeline eyes fair father fear fire flowers forest Friar Gipsy gleam gold golden hand hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha holy HYPOLITO Kenabeek Kwasind land Laughing Water leaves light lips listen look loud Lucifer maiden meadow Minnehaha Minnesinger Mondamin Monk moon morning night Nokomis o'er Osseo Padre pass Pau-Puk-Keewis Pray prayer Prec Preciosa Prince Henry rise river round sail Saint sang shadows shining silent singing sleep soft song Song of Hiawatha sorrow soul sound spake stands star stood sunshine sweet Tharaw thee thine thou art thought unto Vict Victorian village voice wampum wandered wave weary wigwam wild wind window words youth
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Page 285 - There is no Death ! what seems so is transition : This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death.
Page 68 - TELL me not, in mournful numbers, " Life is but an empty dream ! " For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real ! Life is earnest ! And the grave is not its goal ; " Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Page 145 - Her cheeks like the dawn of day, And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds, That ope in the month of May. The skipper he stood beside the helm, His pipe was in his mouth, And he watched how the veering flaw did blow The smoke now West, now South. Then up and spake an old Sailor, Had sailed the Spanish Main, "I pray thee, put into yonder port, For I fear a hurricane. "Last night, the moon had a golden ring, And to-night no moon we see!
Page 3 - 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 245 - From that chamber, clothed in white, The bride came forth on her wedding night ; There, in that silent room below, The dead lay in his shroud of snow ; And in the hush that followed the prayer, Was heard the old clock on the stair, — " Forever — never ! Never — forever...
Page 286 - We will be patient, and assuage the feeling We may not wholly stay ; By silence sanctifying, not concealing, The grief that must have way.
Page 209 - Were half the power, that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need of arsenals or forts: The warrior's name would be a name abhorred!
Page 235 - Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start ; Who, through long days of labor. And nights devoid of ease. Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies. Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer.
Page 284 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended But has one vacant chair...
Page 5 - 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. There, in the midst of its farms, reposed the Acadian village. Strongly built were the houses, with frames of oak and of chestnut, Such as the peasants of Normandy built...