Poems ...Ticknor & Fields, 1854 |
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Strona 147
... shores of the Basin of Minas , Distant , secluded , still , the little village of Grand- Pré Lay in the fruitful valley . stretched to the eastward , Vast meadows Giving the village its name , and pasture to flocks without number ...
... shores of the Basin of Minas , Distant , secluded , still , the little village of Grand- Pré Lay in the fruitful valley . stretched to the eastward , Vast meadows Giving the village its name , and pasture to flocks without number ...
Strona 159
... shore of the sea to restore the sight of its fledglings ; Lucky was he who found that stone in the nest of the swallow ! Thus passed a few swift years , and they no longer were children . He was a valiant youth , and his face , like the ...
... shore of the sea to restore the sight of its fledglings ; Lucky was he who found that stone in the nest of the swallow ! Thus passed a few swift years , and they no longer were children . He was a valiant youth , and his face , like the ...
Strona 161
... shores of tropical islands . Harvests were gathered in ; and wild with the winds of September Wrestled the trees of the forest , as Jacob of old with the angel . All the signs foretold a winter long and inclem- ent 11 161.
... shores of tropical islands . Harvests were gathered in ; and wild with the winds of September Wrestled the trees of the forest , as Jacob of old with the angel . All the signs foretold a winter long and inclem- ent 11 161.
Strona 171
... shores . Perhaps the harvests in England By the untimely rains or untimelier heat have been blighted , And from our bursting barns they would feed their cattle and children . " " Not so thinketh the folk in the village , " said , warmly ...
... shores . Perhaps the harvests in England By the untimely rains or untimelier heat have been blighted , And from our bursting barns they would feed their cattle and children . " " Not so thinketh the folk in the village , " said , warmly ...
Strona 203
... and farms the Acadian women , Driving in ponderous wains their household goods to the sea - shore , Pausing and looking back to gaze once more on their dwellings , Ere they were shut from sight by the winding road 203.
... and farms the Acadian women , Driving in ponderous wains their household goods to the sea - shore , Pausing and looking back to gaze once more on their dwellings , Ere they were shut from sight by the winding road 203.
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Acadian Albrecht Dürer aloft art thou Balder Basil the blacksmith Béarn beautiful behold belfry BELFRY OF BRUGES bell beneath birds blossom breath bride Bruges burning Christmas carols cloud cried dark dead descended door Evangeline Evangeline's eyes face fair farmer Father fire Ever higher fireside forest Forever never Gabriel Gascon gaze Ghent gleam golden Grand-Pré Guy de Dampierre hand hear heard heart heaven higher Sing JULIUS MOSEN labor land laugh light lips loud maiden meadows Minnesingers morning Never forever Nuremberg o'er ocean odor Ozark Mountains passed prairies prayer priest rain rise river rose round sail Saint sang seemed shadow ships shore silent slowly smile song sorrow soul sound spake stands stars stood sunshine sweet Tharaw thee thou thought tide toil unto village voice wander wave weary whispered wild wind words youth
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Strona 329 - 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.
Strona 326 - Then the Master, With a gesture of command, Waved his hand; And at the word, Loud and sudden there was heard, All around them and below, The sound of hammers, blow on blow, Knocking away the shores and spurs. And see! she stirs! She starts, — she moves, — she seems to feel The thrill of life along her keel, And, spurning with her foot the ground, With one exulting, joyous bound, She leaps into the ocean's arms!
Strona 98 - All are scattered, now, and fled, — Some are married, some are dead; And when I ask, with throbs of pain, "Ah! when shall they all meet again?" As in the days long since gone by, The ancient timepiece makes reply, — "Forever — never! Never- forever!
Strona 129 - Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small ; Though with patience he stands waiting, with exactness grinds he all.
Strona 148 - Neither locks had they to their doors, nor bars to their windows ; But their dwellings were open as day and the hearts of the owners ; There the richest was poor, and the poorest lived in abundance.
Strona 319 - Hold the great ship against the bellowing blast! And at the bows an image stood, By a cunning artist carved in wood, With robes of white, that far behind Seemed to be fluttering in the wind. It was not shaped in a classic mould, Not like a Nymph or Goddess of old, Or Naiad rising from the water, But modelled from the Master's daughter!
Strona 315 - Far exceedeth all the rest ! Thus with the rising of the sun Was the noble task begun, And soon throughout the ship-yard's bounds Were heard the intermingled sounds Of axes and of mallets, plied With vigorous arms on every side ; Plied so deftly and so well, That, ere the shadows of evening fell, The keel of oak for a noble ship, Scarfed and bolted, straight and strong, Was lying ready, and stretched along The blocks, well placed upon the slip. Happy, thrice happy, every one Who sees...
Strona 75 - THE day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight.
Strona 302 - Kind messages that pass from land to land; Kind letters, that betray the heart's deep history, in which we feel the pressure of a hand, — One touch of fire, — and all the rest is mystery! The pleasant books, that silently among Our household treasures take familiar places, And are to us as if a living tongue Spake from the printed leaves or pictured faces!
Strona 320 - Is swung into its place ; Shrouds and stays Holding it firm and fast ! Long ago, In the deer-haunted forests of Maine, When upon mountain and plain Lay the snow, They fell, — those lordly pines ! Those grand, majestic pines ! 'Mid shouts and cheers The jaded steers, Panting beneath the goad, Dragged down the weary, winding road Those captive kings so straight and tall. To be shorn of their streaming hair, And, naked and bare, To feel the stress and che strain Of the wind and the reeling main, Whose...