The Courtship of Miles Standish, and Other PoemsRoutledge, Warnes, & Routledge, 1859 - 119 sider |
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... Tokamahamon ! " Long at the window he stood , and wistfully gazed on the landscape , Washed with a cold gray mist , the vapory breath of the east wind , Forest and meadow and hill , and the steel -. 5 THE COURTSHIP OF MILES STANDISH .
... Tokamahamon ! " Long at the window he stood , and wistfully gazed on the landscape , Washed with a cold gray mist , the vapory breath of the east wind , Forest and meadow and hill , and the steel -. 5 THE COURTSHIP OF MILES STANDISH .
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Forest and meadow and hill , and the steel - blue rim of the ocean , Lying silent and sad , in the afternoon shadows and sunshine . Over his countenance flitted a shadow like those on the landscape , Gloom ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Forest and meadow and hill , and the steel - blue rim of the ocean , Lying silent and sad , in the afternoon shadows and sunshine . Over his countenance flitted a shadow like those on the landscape , Gloom ...
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... meadow ; Heard , as he drew near the door , the musical voice of Priscilla Singing the hundredth Psalm , the grand old Puritan anthem , Music that Luther sang to the sacred words of the Psalmist , ' Full of the breath of the Lord ...
... meadow ; Heard , as he drew near the door , the musical voice of Priscilla Singing the hundredth Psalm , the grand old Puritan anthem , Music that Luther sang to the sacred words of the Psalmist , ' Full of the breath of the Lord ...
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... meadows of sea - grass , Blowing o'er rocky wastes , and the grottoes and gardens of ocean ! Lay thy cold , moist hand on my burning forehead , and wrap me Close in thy garments of mist , to allay the fever within me ! " Like an ...
... meadows of sea - grass , Blowing o'er rocky wastes , and the grottoes and gardens of ocean ! Lay thy cold , moist hand on my burning forehead , and wrap me Close in thy garments of mist , to allay the fever within me ! " Like an ...
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... meadows , There was a stir and a sound in the slumbering village of Plymouth ; Clanging and clicking of arms , and the order imperative , " Forward ! " Given in tone suppressed , a tramp of feet , and then silence . Figures ten , in the ...
... meadows , There was a stir and a sound in the slumbering village of Plymouth ; Clanging and clicking of arms , and the order imperative , " Forward ! " Given in tone suppressed , a tramp of feet , and then silence . Figures ten , in the ...
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angels anger answered John Alden battle beautiful beheld boy's brave Wattawamat breath BRIDAL PROCESSION Cæsar Captain of Plymouth churchyard cloud Damascus dark dead death desert dreams dreary Elder of Plymouth errand excellent Elder exclaimed eyes face feel feet fire fireside Flanders Flower riding forest friendship Garden of Eden Gleamed graves gray hand Haunted heard heart heaven Helgoland Indian JOHN GILBERT Julius Cæsar Lamberton land laughed light living long thoughts look Lord loud matchlock meadow mist night noble NORTH CAPE o'er ocean OLIVER BASSELIN phantom Pilgrims prayer Puritan maiden sachem sacred sail Sandalphon sang SANTA FILOMENA scabbard ship silent singing smile snow soldier song sound spake speak stalwart Miles Standish stood Straightway strange street stripling sudden sweet swift talking Thereupon answered John thoughts of youth tide town vanished Vaudeville Victor Galbraith voice walls wind wind's words youth are long
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Side 112 - A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.' And Deering's Woods are fresh and fair, And with joy that is almost pain My heart goes back to wander there, And among the dreams of the days that were, I find my lost youth again. And the strange and beautiful song, The groves are repeating it still: 'A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Side 89 - How strange it seems ! These Hebrews in their graves, Close by the street of this fair seaport town, Silent beside the never-silent waves, At rest in all this moving up and down ! The trees are white with dust, that o'er their sleep Wave their broad curtains in the south-wind's breath, While underneath these leafy tents they keep The long, mysterious Exodus of Death.
Side 25 - He had attended the sick, with a hand as gentle as woman's; Somewhat hasty and hot, he could not deny it, and headstrong, Stern as a soldier might be, but hearty, and placable always, Not to be laughed at and scorned, because he was little of stature; For he was great of heart, magnanimous, courtly, courageous...
Side 113 - WHENE'EE a noble deed is wrought, Whene'er is spoken a noble thought, Our hearts, in glad surprise, To higher levels rise. The tidal wave of deeper souls Into our inmost being rolls, And lifts us unawares Out of all meaner cares.
Side 105 - COME to me, O ye children ! For I hear you at your play, And the questions that perplexed me Have vanished quite away. Ye open the eastern windows, That look towards the sun, Where thoughts are singing swallows, And the brooks of morning run.
Side 111 - I remember the gleams and glooms that dart Across the schoolboy's brain; The song and the silence in the heart, That in part are prophecies, and in part Are longings wild and vain. And the voice of that fitful song Sings on, and is never still: "A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Side 116 - The Angels of Wind and of Fire Chant only one hymn, and expire With the song's irresistible stress; Expire in their rapture and wonder, As harp-strings are broken asunder By music they throb to express.
Side 114 - As if a door in heaven should be Opened and then closed suddenly, The vision came and went, The light shone and was spent.
Side 118 - DAYBREAK. A WIND came up out of the sea, And said, " O mists, make room for me.' It hailed the ships, and cried, "Sail on, Ye mariners, the night is gone." And hurried landward far away, Crying, " Awake ! it is the day." It said unto the forest, " Shout ! Hang all your leafy banners out ! " It touched the wood-bird's folded wing, And said, "O bird, awake and sing.
Side 13 - Such a message as that, I am sure I should mangle and mar it; If you would have it well done, — I am only repeating your maxim, — You must do it yourself, you must not leave it to others...