The Courtship of Miles Standish, and Other PoemsRoutledge, Warnes, & Routledge, 1859 - 119 sider |
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Side 14
... Towns in the populous trees , with hanging gardens of verdure , Peaceful , aërial cities of joy and affection and freedom . All around him was calm , but within him commotion and conflict , Love contending with friendship , and self ...
... Towns in the populous trees , with hanging gardens of verdure , Peaceful , aërial cities of joy and affection and freedom . All around him was calm , but within him commotion and conflict , Love contending with friendship , and self ...
Side 35
... town , and what should be done in his absence . Merrily sang the birds , and the tender voices of women Consecrated with hymns the common cares of the household . Out of the sea rose the sun , and the billows rejoiced at his coming ...
... town , and what should be done in his absence . Merrily sang the birds , and the tender voices of women Consecrated with hymns the common cares of the household . Out of the sea rose the sun , and the billows rejoiced at his coming ...
Side 59
... town would be burned , and all the people be murdered ! Such were the tidings of evil that burst on the hearts of the hearers . Silent and statue - like stood Priscilla , her face looking backward Still at the face of the speaker , her ...
... town would be burned , and all the people be murdered ! Such were the tidings of evil that burst on the hearts of the hearers . Silent and statue - like stood Priscilla , her face looking backward Still at the face of the speaker , her ...
Side 63
... town and of country , commingled , Wishing her joy of her wedding , and loudly lauding her husband . Then he said with a smile : " I should have remembered the adage , ― If you would be well served , you must serve yourself ; and ...
... town and of country , commingled , Wishing her joy of her wedding , and loudly lauding her husband . Then he said with a smile : " I should have remembered the adage , ― If you would be well served , you must serve yourself ; and ...
Side 83
... town of Flanders . Up and down the dreary camp , In great boots of Spanish leather , Striding with a measured tramp , These Hidalgos , dull and damp , Cursed the Frenchmen , cursed the weather . Thus as to and fro they went , Over ...
... town of Flanders . Up and down the dreary camp , In great boots of Spanish leather , Striding with a measured tramp , These Hidalgos , dull and damp , Cursed the Frenchmen , cursed the weather . Thus as to and fro they went , Over ...
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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...