American Poems: Longfellow: Whittier: Bryant: Holmes: Lowell: EmersonHorace Elisha Scudder Houghton, Mifflin, 1879 - 455 psl. |
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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 . 45 Reverend walked he among them ; and ...
... 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 . 45 Reverend walked he among them ; and ...
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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 , 75 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 , 75 Wearing her Norman cap and her kirtle of blue ...
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... sound of her footsteps , [ 10 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 the first ...
... sound of her footsteps , [ 10 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 the first ...
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... sounds were in harmony blended . Voices of children at play , the crowing of cocks in the farm - yards , 165 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 ...
... sounds were in harmony blended . Voices of children at play , the crowing of cocks in the farm - yards , 165 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 ...
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... sound , the valves of the barn - doors , Rattled the wooden bars , and all for a season was silent . In - doors , warm by the wide - mouthed fireplace , idly the farmer 200 Sat in his elbow - chair , and watched how the flames and the ...
... sound , the valves of the barn - doors , Rattled the wooden bars , and all for a season was silent . In - doors , warm by the wide - mouthed fireplace , idly the farmer 200 Sat in his elbow - chair , and watched how the flames and the ...
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12 psl. - 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.
354 psl. - And what is so rare as a day in June ? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays : Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten ; Every clod feels a stir of might. An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
17 psl. - Hearty and hale was he, an oak that is covered with snow-flakes; White as the snow were his locks, and his cheeks as brown as the oak-leaves.
187 psl. - Tis of the wave and not the rock; 'Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale ! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore. Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee.
15 psl. - 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.
18 psl. - Brought in the olden time from France, and since, as an heirloom, Handed down from mother to child, through long generations. But a celestial brightness — a more ethereal beauty — Shone on her face and encircled her form, when, after confession, Homeward serenely she walked with God's benediction upon her. When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music.
187 psl. - Workman wrought thy ribs of steel, Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope!
192 psl. - Littered the stalls, and from the mows Raked down the herd's-grass for the cows ; Heard the horse whinnying for his corn ; And, sharply clashing horn on horn, Impatient down the stanchion rows The cattle shake their walnut bows...
196 psl. - The house-dog on his paws outspread Laid to the fire his drowsy head, The cat's dark silhouette on the wall A couchant tiger's seemed to fall; And, for the winter fireside meet, Between the andirons...
17 psl. - Softly the Angelus sounded, and over the roofs of the village Columns of pale blue smoke, like clouds of incense ascending, Rose from a hundred hearths, the homes of peace and contentment. Thus dwelt together in love these simple Acadian farmers, — Dwelt in the love of God and of man. Alike were they free from Fear, that reigns with the tyrant, and envy, the vice of republics.