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الصفحة 22
... prayer ; and high o'er the heads of the others Rose , with his arms uplifted , the figure of Basil the blacksmith , As , on a stormy sea , a spar is tossed by the billows . Flushed was his face and distorted with passion ; and wildly he ...
... prayer ; and high o'er the heads of the others Rose , with his arms uplifted , the figure of Basil the blacksmith , As , on a stormy sea , a spar is tossed by the billows . Flushed was his face and distorted with passion ; and wildly he ...
الصفحة 23
... prayer , ' O Father , forgive them ! ' Let us repeat that prayer in the hour when the wicked assail us , Let us repeat it now , and say , ' O Father , forgive them ! ' " Few were his words of rebuke , but deep in the hearts of his ...
... prayer , ' O Father , forgive them ! ' Let us repeat that prayer in the hour when the wicked assail us , Let us repeat it now , and say , ' O Father , forgive them ! ' " Few were his words of rebuke , but deep in the hearts of his ...
الصفحة 46
... prayers and confessions Unto the night , as it went its way , like a silent Carthusian . Fuller of fragrance than they , and as heavy with shadows and night - dews , Hung the heart of the maiden . The calm and the magical moon- light ...
... prayers and confessions Unto the night , as it went its way , like a silent Carthusian . Fuller of fragrance than they , and as heavy with shadows and night - dews , Hung the heart of the maiden . The calm and the magical moon- light ...
الصفحة 54
... prayer will be answered ! Look at this delicate plant that lifts its head from the meadow , See how its leaves all point to the north , as true as the magnet ; It is the compass - flower , that the finger of God has suspended Here on ...
... prayer will be answered ! Look at this delicate plant that lifts its head from the meadow , See how its leaves all point to the north , as true as the magnet ; It is the compass - flower , that the finger of God has suspended Here on ...
الصفحة 65
... prayer ! Like one in prayer I stood . Before me rose an avenue Of tall and sombrous pines ; Abroad their fan - like branches grew , And , where the sunshine darted through , Spread a vapour soft and blue , In long and sloping lines ...
... prayer ! Like one in prayer I stood . Before me rose an avenue Of tall and sombrous pines ; Abroad their fan - like branches grew , And , where the sunshine darted through , Spread a vapour soft and blue , In long and sloping lines ...
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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...