Evangeline: Courtship of Miles Standish. Favorite PoemsHoughton, Mifflin and Company, 1880 - 275 páginas |
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... hands of the farmers had raised with labor incessant , Shut out the turbulent tides ; but at stated sea- sons the flood - gates Opened , and welcomed the sea to wander at will o'er the meadows . West and south there were fields of flax ...
... hands of the farmers had raised with labor incessant , Shut out the turbulent tides ; but at stated sea- sons the flood - gates Opened , and welcomed the sea to wander at will o'er the meadows . West and south there were fields of flax ...
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... hand he extended to bless them . Reverend walked he among them ; and up rose matrons and maidens , Hailing his slow approach with words of affec- tionate welcome . Then came the laborers home from the field , and serenely the sun sank ...
... hand he extended to bless them . Reverend walked he among them ; and up rose matrons and maidens , Hailing his slow approach with words of affec- tionate welcome . Then came the laborers home from the field , and serenely the sun sank ...
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... hand or the hem of her garment ! Many a suitor came to her door , by the darkness befriended , And , as he knocked and waited to hear the sound of her footsteps , Knew not which beat the louder , his heart or the knocker of iron ; Or at ...
... hand or the hem of her garment ! Many a suitor came to her door , by the darkness befriended , And , as he knocked and waited to hear the sound of her footsteps , Knew not which beat the louder , his heart or the knocker of iron ; Or at ...
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... hand or the hem of her garment ! Many a suitor came to her door , by the darkness befriended , And , as he knocked and waited to hear the sound of her footsteps , Knew not which beat the louder , his heart or the knocker of iron ; Or at ...
... hand or the hem of her garment ! Many a suitor came to her door , by the darkness befriended , And , as he knocked and waited to hear the sound of her footsteps , Knew not which beat the louder , his heart or the knocker of iron ; Or at ...
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... hand ; whilst loud and in regular cadence Into the sounding pails the foaming streamlets descended . Lowing of cattle and peals of laughter were heard in the farm - yard , Echoed back by the barns . Anon they sank into stillness ...
... hand ; whilst loud and in regular cadence Into the sounding pails the foaming streamlets descended . Lowing of cattle and peals of laughter were heard in the farm - yard , Echoed back by the barns . Anon they sank into stillness ...
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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 aloft angel Basil the blacksmith beautiful behold beneath blossoms breath bright Captain of Plymouth CHILDREN'S HOUR cloud dark dead door Evangeline Evangeline's Excelsior eyes face farmer Father fire Flanders flowers forest Forever never friendship Gabriel garden gazed gleamed golden Grand-Pré grave hand hear heard heart heaven Indian John Alden JOHN SHAW BILLINGS Julius Cæsar labor land laughed light lips look loud maize matchlock meadows Miles Standish mist morning Never forever night o'er ocean odor Ozark Mountains passed paused peace on earth phantom prairies prayer priest Priscilla rain red planet Mars river roof rose sail Sandalphon seemed shadow shore silent Sister of Mercy slowly slumber smile snow song sorrow soul sound spake stars stood sunshine sweet swift thee Thereupon answered thou thought tide tremulous unto village voice walls wander Wattawamat weary wild wind words youth
Pasajes populares
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.