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الصفحة 9
... light seemed the smithy , through every cranny and crevice , Warm by the forge within they watched the labouring bellows , And as its panting ceased , and the sparks expired in the ashes , Merrily laughed , and said they were nuns going ...
... light seemed the smithy , through every cranny and crevice , Warm by the forge within they watched the labouring bellows , And as its panting ceased , and the sparks expired in the ashes , Merrily laughed , and said they were nuns going ...
الصفحة 20
... light from the leaves alternately played on his snow- white Hair , as it waved in the wind ; and the jolly face of the fiddler Glowed like a living coal when the ashes are blown from the embers . Gayly the old man sang to the vibrant ...
... light from the leaves alternately played on his snow- white Hair , as it waved in the wind ; and the jolly face of the fiddler Glowed like a living coal when the ashes are blown from the embers . Gayly the old man sang to the vibrant ...
الصفحة 24
... light of his face , like the Prophet descending from Sinai . Sweetly over the village the bell of the Angelus sounded . Meanwhile , amid the gloom , by the church Evangeline lingered . All was silent within ; and in vain at the door and ...
... light of his face , like the Prophet descending from Sinai . Sweetly over the village the bell of the Angelus sounded . Meanwhile , amid the gloom , by the church Evangeline lingered . All was silent within ; and in vain at the door and ...
الصفحة 29
... light beheld the face of the old man , Haggard and hollow and wan , and without either thought or emotion , Een as the face of a clock from which the hands have been taken . Vainly Evangeline strove with words and caresses to cheer him ...
... light beheld the face of the old man , Haggard and hollow and wan , and without either thought or emotion , Een as the face of a clock from which the hands have been taken . Vainly Evangeline strove with words and caresses to cheer him ...
الصفحة 40
... light of love , as the skies and waters around her . Then from a neighbouring thicket the mocking - bird , wildest of singers , Swinging aloft on a willow spray that hung o'er the water , Shook from his little throat such floods of ...
... light of love , as the skies and waters around her . Then from a neighbouring thicket the mocking - bird , wildest of singers , Swinging aloft on a willow spray that hung o'er the water , Shook from his little throat such floods of ...
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Acadian angel Bart beautiful behold BELFRY OF BRUGES bell beneath birds breath bright Chibiabos Chispa clouds Cruz CRUZADO Dacotahs dance dark dead death Don Carlos dost dream earth Edenhall Elsie Evangeline eyes fair father fear fire flowers forest Friar Gipsy gleam gold golden hand hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha holy HYPOLITO Kenabeek Kwasind land Laughing Water leaves light lips listen look loud Lucifer maiden meadow Minnehaha Minnesinger Mondamin Monk moon morning night Nokomis o'er Osseo Padre pass Pau-Puk-Keewis Pray prayer Prec Preciosa Prince Henry rise river round sail Saint sang shadows shining silent singing sleep soft song Song of Hiawatha sorrow soul sound spake stands star stood sunshine sweet Tharaw thee thine thou art thought unto Vict Victorian village voice wampum wandered wave weary wigwam wild wind window words youth
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الصفحة 285 - There is no Death ! what seems so is transition : This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death.
الصفحة 68 - TELL me not, in mournful numbers, " Life is but an empty dream ! " For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real ! Life is earnest ! And the grave is not its goal ; " Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
الصفحة 145 - Her cheeks like the dawn of day, And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds, That ope in the month of May. The skipper he stood beside the helm, His pipe was in his mouth, And he watched how the veering flaw did blow The smoke now West, now South. Then up and spake an old Sailor, Had sailed the Spanish Main, "I pray thee, put into yonder port, For I fear a hurricane. "Last night, the moon had a golden ring, And to-night no moon we see!
الصفحة 3 - 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 245 - From that chamber, clothed in white, The bride came forth on her wedding night ; There, in that silent room below, The dead lay in his shroud of snow ; And in the hush that followed the prayer, Was heard the old clock on the stair, — " Forever — never ! Never — forever...
الصفحة 286 - We will be patient, and assuage the feeling We may not wholly stay ; By silence sanctifying, not concealing, The grief that must have way.
الصفحة 209 - Were half the power, that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need of arsenals or forts: The warrior's name would be a name abhorred!
الصفحة 235 - 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. Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer.
الصفحة 284 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended But has one vacant chair...
الصفحة 5 - 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. There, in the midst of its farms, reposed the Acadian village. Strongly built were the houses, with frames of oak and of chestnut, Such as the peasants of Normandy built...