Evangeline: Courtship of Miles Standish. Favorite PoemsHoughton, Mifflin and Company, 1880 - 275 páginas |
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... angel . All the signs foretold a winter long and inclem- ent . Bees , with prophetic instinct of want , had hoarded their honey Till the hives overflowed ; and the Indian hunters asserted Cold would the winter be , for thick was the fur ...
... angel . All the signs foretold a winter long and inclem- ent . Bees , with prophetic instinct of want , had hoarded their honey Till the hives overflowed ; and the Indian hunters asserted Cold would the winter be , for thick was the fur ...
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... in the infinite meadows of heaven , Blossomed the lovely stars , the forget - me - nots of the angels . Thus was the evening passed . Anon the bell from the belfry Rang out the hour of nine , the village curfew 28 EVANGELINE .
... in the infinite meadows of heaven , Blossomed the lovely stars , the forget - me - nots of the angels . Thus was the evening passed . Anon the bell from the belfry Rang out the hour of nine , the village curfew 28 EVANGELINE .
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... angels ascending , descending , Were the swift humming - birds , that flitted from blossom to blossom . Such was the vision Evangeline saw as she slum- bered beneath it . Filled was her heart with love , and the dawn of an opening ...
... angels ascending , descending , Were the swift humming - birds , that flitted from blossom to blossom . Such was the vision Evangeline saw as she slum- bered beneath it . Filled was her heart with love , and the dawn of an opening ...
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... Angel of God was there none to awaken the slumbering maiden . Swiftly they glided away , like the shade of a cloud on the prairie . After the sound of their oars on the tholes had died in the distance , As from a magic trance the ...
... Angel of God was there none to awaken the slumbering maiden . Swiftly they glided away , like the shade of a cloud on the prairie . After the sound of their oars on the tholes had died in the distance , As from a magic trance the ...
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... Angel of Death might see the sign , and pass over . Motionless , senseless , dying , he lay , and his spirit exhausted Seemed to be sinking down through infinite depths in the darkness , Darkness of slumber and death , forever sinking ...
... Angel of Death might see the sign , and pass over . Motionless , senseless , dying , he lay , and his spirit exhausted Seemed to be sinking down through infinite depths in the darkness , Darkness of slumber and death , forever sinking ...
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Evangeline: Courtship of Miles Standish. Favorite Poems Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Vista completa - 1866 |
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Términos y frases comunes
Acadian angel answer arms Basil beautiful behold beneath breath bright Captain cloud dark dead deep departed door earth entered Evangeline eyes face fair farmer Father feeling feet fell fields fire flowers followed forest forever Gabriel garden gazed gleamed golden grave hand head hear heard heart heaven hope household Indian John Alden labor land laughed leaves light lips lived look loud maiden meadows Miles Standish morning never night o'er ocean once passed paused peace Plymouth prayer priest Priscilla rain rest returned river rose round sail seemed shadow shore side silent slowly smile song sorrow soul sound spake speak stands stars stood strong sunshine sweet thee things thou thought tide turned village voice waited walls wander weary wild wind window youth
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Página 23 - 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.
Página 24 - Week in, week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow; You can hear him swing his heavy sledge, With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell, When the evening sun is low. And children coming home from school Look in at the open door; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor.
Página 59 - 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...
Página 27 - 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.
Página 60 - Come, read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe this restless feeling, And banish the thoughts of day. Not from the grand old masters, Not from the bards sublime, Whose distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of Time.
Página 20 - 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.
Página 21 - 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.
Página 19 - Flowers ; In all places, then, and in all seasons, Flowers expand their light and soul-like wings, Teaching us, by most persuasive reasons, How akin they are to human things.
Página 3 - 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.
Página 76 - 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.