Evangeline: Courtship of Miles Standish. Favorite PoemsHoughton, Mifflin and Company, 1880 - 275 páginas |
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... sound with the whir of the wheels and the songs of the maidens . Solemnly down the street came the parish priest , and the children Paused in their play to kiss the hand he extended to bless them . Reverend walked he among them ; and up ...
... sound with the whir of the wheels and the songs of the maidens . Solemnly down the street came the parish priest , and the children Paused in their play to kiss the hand he extended to bless them . Reverend walked he among them ; and up ...
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... sounds the air , as the priest with his hyssop Sprinkles the congregation , and scatters blessings upon them , Down the long street she passed , with her chaplet of beads and her missal , Wearing her Norman cap , and her kirtle of blue ...
... sounds the air , as the priest with his hyssop Sprinkles the congregation , and scatters blessings upon them , Down the long street she passed , with her chaplet of beads and her missal , Wearing her Norman cap , and her kirtle of blue ...
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... sound of her footsteps , Knew not which beat the louder , his heart or the knocker of iron ; Or at the joyous feast of the Patron Saint of the village , Bolder grew , and pressed her hand in the dance as he whispered Hurried words of ...
... sound of her footsteps , Knew not which beat the louder , his heart or the knocker of iron ; Or at the joyous feast of the Patron Saint of the village , Bolder grew , and pressed her hand in the dance as he whispered Hurried words of ...
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... sound of her footsteps , Knew not which beat the louder , his heart or the knocker of iron ; Or at the joyous feast of the Patron Saint of the village , Bolder grew , and pressed her hand in the dance as he whispered Hurried words of ...
... sound of her footsteps , Knew not which beat the louder , his heart or the knocker of iron ; Or at the joyous feast of the Patron Saint of the village , Bolder grew , and pressed her hand in the dance as he whispered Hurried words of ...
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... sounds were in harmony blended . Voices of children at play , the crowing of cocks in the farm - yards , Whir of wings in the drowsy air , and the cooing of pigeons , All were subdued and low as the murmurs of love , and the great sun ...
... sounds were in harmony blended . Voices of children at play , the crowing of cocks in the farm - yards , Whir of wings in the drowsy air , and the cooing of pigeons , All were subdued and low as the murmurs of love , and the great sun ...
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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.