Evangeline: Courtship of Miles Standish. Favorite PoemsHoughton, Mifflin, 1866 - 95 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 7
... Plymouth the land of the Pilgrims , To and fro in a room of his simple and primitive dwelling , Clad in doublet and hose , and boots of Cordo- van leather , Strode , with a martial air , Miles Standish the Puritan Captain . Buried in ...
... Plymouth the land of the Pilgrims , To and fro in a room of his simple and primitive dwelling , Clad in doublet and hose , and boots of Cordo- van leather , Strode , with a martial air , Miles Standish the Puritan Captain . Buried in ...
الصفحة 9
... Plymouth . " Look at these arms , " he said , " the warlike weapons that hang here Burnished and bright and clean , as if for pa- rade or inspection ! This is the sword of Damascus I fought with in Flanders ; this breastplate , Well I ...
... Plymouth . " Look at these arms , " he said , " the warlike weapons that hang here Burnished and bright and clean , as if for pa- rade or inspection ! This is the sword of Damascus I fought with in Flanders ; this breastplate , Well I ...
الصفحة 16
... Plymouth : " When you have finished your work , I have something important to tell you . Be not however in haste ; I can wait ; I shall not be impatient ! " Straightway Alden replied , as he folded the last of his letters , Pushing his ...
... Plymouth : " When you have finished your work , I have something important to tell you . Be not however in haste ; I can wait ; I shall not be impatient ! " Straightway Alden replied , as he folded the last of his letters , Pushing his ...
الصفحة 18
... Plymouth , Say that a blunt old Captain , a man not of words but of actions , Offers his hand and his heart , the hand and heart of a soldier . Not in these words , you know , but this in short is my meaning ; I am a maker of war , and ...
... Plymouth , Say that a blunt old Captain , a man not of words but of actions , Offers his hand and his heart , the hand and heart of a soldier . Not in these words , you know , but this in short is my meaning ; I am a maker of war , and ...
الصفحة 19
... Plymouth : " Truly the maxim is good , and I do not mean to gainsay it ; But we must use it discreetly , and not waste powder for nothing . Now , as I said before , I was never a maker of phrases . I can march up to a fortress and ...
... Plymouth : " Truly the maxim is good , and I do not mean to gainsay it ; But we must use it discreetly , and not waste powder for nothing . Now , as I said before , I was never a maker of phrases . I can march up to a fortress and ...
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Acadian aloft angel beautiful behold beneath blossoms breath BRIDAINE bright burning Captain of Plymouth celestial cloud dark dead door dream dreary earth Evangeline Evangeline's Excelsior eyes face farmer Father Favorite Poems fire Flanders floating flowers footsteps forest Forever never Forever-never Gabriel gazed gleam golden Grand-Pré grave hand hear heard heart heaven Indian iron tongue John Alden Julius Cæsar labor land laughed light lips look loud maiden martial music meadows Miles Standish mist moon morning Never forever night o'er ocean Ozark Mountains passed phantom prairies prayer priest Priscilla Puritan rain red planet Mars river rose sail Sandalphon seemed shadow shining shore silent Singing slumbered smile snow song sorrow soul sound spake stairs stands stars stood strong sunshine sweet swift tears thee thou thought tide tremulous unto village voice walls weary wild wind wonder words youth
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الصفحة 27 - His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
الصفحة 88 - BETWEEN the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour. I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet, The sound of a door that is opened, And voices soft and sweet. From my study I see in the lamplight, Descending the broad hall stair, Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra, And Edith with golden hair.
الصفحة 12 - Trust no future, howe'er pleasant ! Let the dead past bury its dead! Act, act in the living present! Heart within and God o'erhead ! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime.
الصفحة 21 - SPAKE full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine, When he called the flowers, so blue and golden, Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine. Stars they are, wherein we read our history, As astrologers and seers of eld ; Yet not wrapped about with awful mystery, Like the burning stars, which they beheld.
الصفحة 25 - Past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast, And the days are dark and dreary. Be still, sad heart ! and cease repining ; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining ; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.
الصفحة 24 - THE day is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary ; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary.
الصفحة 19 - Wake the better soul, that slumbered, To a holy, calm delight ; Ere the evening lamps are lighted, And, like phantoms grim and tall, Shadows from the fitful firelight Dance upon the parlor wall ; Then the forms of the departed Enter at the open door ; The beloved, the true-hearted, Come to visit me once more...
الصفحة 63 - I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist...
الصفحة 31 - Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ) Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought.
الصفحة 37 - THE shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner, with the strange device, Excelsior...