American Poems: Longfellow: Whittier: Bryant: Holmes: Lowell: EmersonHorace Elisha Scudder Houghton, Mifflin, 1879 - 455 pages |
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... hands of the French , and make these neutrals determined enemies . The colony finally resolved , without consulting the home gov- ernment , to remove the Acadians to other parts of North America , distributing them through the col ...
... hands of the French , and make these neutrals determined enemies . The colony finally resolved , without consulting the home gov- ernment , to remove the Acadians to other parts of North America , distributing them through the col ...
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... hand he extended to bless them . 45 Reverend walked he among them ; and up rose matrons and maidens , Hailing his slow approach with words of affec- tionate welcome . Then came the laborers home from the field , and serenely the sun ...
... hand he extended to bless them . 45 Reverend walked he among them ; and up rose matrons and maidens , Hailing his slow approach with words of affec- tionate welcome . Then came the laborers home from the field , and serenely the sun ...
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... hand or the hem of her garment ! Many a suitor came to her door , by the darkness befriended , And , as he knocked and waited to hear the sound of her footsteps , [ 10 Knew not which beat the louder , his heart or the knocker of iron ...
... hand or the hem of her garment ! Many a suitor came to her door , by the darkness befriended , And , as he knocked and waited to hear the sound of her footsteps , [ 10 Knew not which beat the louder , his heart or the knocker of iron ...
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... hand ; whilst loud and in reg- ular cadence Into the sounding pails the foaming streamlets de- scended . 195 Lowing of cattle and peals of laughter were heard in the farm - yard , Echoed back by the barns . Anon they sank into stillness ...
... hand ; whilst loud and in reg- ular cadence Into the sounding pails the foaming streamlets de- scended . 195 Lowing of cattle and peals of laughter were heard in the farm - yard , Echoed back by the barns . Anon they sank into stillness ...
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... hand in her lover's , and English , but in 1710 was attacked by an expedition from New England , and after that held by the English government and made a fortified place . Blushing Evangeline heard the words that her father had spoken ...
... hand in her lover's , and English , but in 1710 was attacked by an expedition from New England , and after that held by the English government and made a fortified place . Blushing Evangeline heard the words that her father had spoken ...
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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 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 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 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 18 - Brought in the olden time from France, and since, as an heirloom, Handed down from mother to child, through long generations. But a celestial brightness — a more ethereal beauty — Shone on her face and encircled her form, when, after confession, Homeward serenely she walked with God's benediction upon her. When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music.
Page 187 - Workman wrought thy ribs of steel, Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope!
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 196 - The house-dog on his paws outspread Laid to the fire his drowsy head, The cat's dark silhouette on the wall A couchant tiger's seemed to fall; And, for the winter fireside meet, Between the andirons...
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.