Poems, المجلد 2Ticknor and Fields, 1850 |
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الصفحة 160
... their orchards with apples ; She , too , would bring to her husband's house delight and abundance , Filling it full of love and the ruddy faces of chil- dren . II . Now had the season returned , when the 160 EVANGELINE .
... their orchards with apples ; She , too , would bring to her husband's house delight and abundance , Filling it full of love and the ruddy faces of chil- dren . II . Now had the season returned , when the 160 EVANGELINE .
الصفحة 161
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. II . Now had the season returned , when the nights grow colder and longer , And the retreating sun the sign of the Scorpion enters . Birds of passage sailed through the leaden air , from the ice - bound ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. II . Now had the season returned , when the nights grow colder and longer , And the retreating sun the sign of the Scorpion enters . Birds of passage sailed through the leaden air , from the ice - bound ...
الصفحة 165
... returned the wains from the marshes , Laden with briny hay , that filled the air with its odor . Cheerily neighed the steeds , with dew on their manes and their fetlocks , While aloft on their shoulders the wooden and ponderous saddles ...
... returned the wains from the marshes , Laden with briny hay , that filled the air with its odor . Cheerily neighed the steeds , with dew on their manes and their fetlocks , While aloft on their shoulders the wooden and ponderous saddles ...
الصفحة 201
... returned to the tenantless house of her father . Smouldered the fire on the hearth , on the board stood the supper untasted , Empty and drear was each room , and haunted with phantoms of terror . Sadly echoed her step on the stair and ...
... returned to the tenantless house of her father . Smouldered the fire on the hearth , on the board stood the supper untasted , Empty and drear was each room , and haunted with phantoms of terror . Sadly echoed her step on the stair and ...
الصفحة 217
... returning tide , that afar from the waste of the ocean , With the first dawn of the day , came heaving and hurrying landward . Then recommenced once more the stir and noise of embarking ; And with the ebb of that tide the ships sailed ...
... returning tide , that afar from the waste of the ocean , With the first dawn of the day , came heaving and hurrying landward . Then recommenced once more the stir and noise of embarking ; And with the ebb of that tide the ships sailed ...
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Acadian Albrecht Dürer aloft art thou Balder Basil the blacksmith Béarn beautiful behold belfry BELFRY OF BRUGES bell beneath birds blossom breath bride Bruges burning Christmas carols cried dark dead descended door Evangeline Evangeline's eyes face fair farmer Father fire Ever higher fireside forest forever Forever never Gabriel Gascon gaze Ghent gleam golden Grand-Pré Guy de Dampierre hand head hear heard heart heaven higher Sing JULIUS MOSEN labor land laugh light lips loud maiden meadows Minnesingers morning never Never forever Nuremberg o'er ocean Ozark Mountains passed prairies prayer priest rain rise river rose round sail Saint sang seemed shadow ships shore silent slowly smile song sorrow soul sound spake stands stars stood sweet Tharaw thee thou thought tide toil unto village voice wander wave weary whispered wild wind words youth
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الصفحة 22 - Down the dark future, through long generations, The echoing sounds grow fainter and then cease; And like a bell, with solemn, sweet vibrations, I hear once more the voice of Christ say, "Peace !" Peace ! and no longer from its brazen portals The blast of War's great organ shakes the skies ! But beautiful as songs of the immortals, The holy melodies of love arise.
الصفحة 343 - She is not dead, — the child of our affection, — But gone unto that school Where she no longer needs our poor protection, And Christ himself doth rule. In that great cloister's stillness and seclusion, By guardian angels led, Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution, She lives, whom we call dead.
الصفحة 126 - Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small; Though with patience he stands waiting, with exactness grinds he all.
الصفحة 73 - 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.
الصفحة 138 - 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?
الصفحة 342 - Let us be patient ! These severe afflictions Not from the ground arise, But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise. We see but dimly through the mists and vapors ; Amid these earthly damps What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers May be heaven's distant lamps.
الصفحة 304 - Standing before Her father's door, He saw the form of his promised bride. The sun shone on her golden hair, And her cheek was glowing fresh and fair, With the breath of morn and the soft sea air.
الصفحة 137 - 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.
الصفحة 141 - Dikes, that the hands of the farmers had raised with labor incessant, Shut out the turbulent tides ; but at stated seasons the flood-gates Opened, and welcomed the sea to wander at will o'er the meadows.
الصفحة 189 - This is the house of the Prince of Peace, and would you profane it Thus with violent deeds and hearts overflowing with hatred? Lo! where the crucified Christ from his cross is gazing upon you! See! in those sorrowful eyes what meekness and holy compassion! Hark! how those lips still repeat the prayer, 'O Father, forgive them!