American Poems: Longfellow: Whittier: Bryant: Holmes: Lowell: EmersonHoughton, Mifflin, 1894 - 453 頁 |
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第 13 頁
... hand he extended to bless them . Reverend walked he among them ; and up rose ma- trons and maidens , 45 Hailing his slow approach with words of affectionate welcome . Then came the laborers home from the field , and se- renely the sun ...
... hand he extended to bless them . Reverend walked he among them ; and up rose ma- trons and maidens , 45 Hailing his slow approach with words of affectionate welcome . Then came the laborers home from the field , and se- renely the sun ...
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... . Lost , Book V. , lines 479–482 . But he also uses the more familiar accent in other passages , as , " An amber scent of ódorous perfume , " in Samson Agonistes , line 720 . Happy was he who might touch her hand or the EVANGELINE . 17.
... . Lost , Book V. , lines 479–482 . But he also uses the more familiar accent in other passages , as , " An amber scent of ódorous perfume , " in Samson Agonistes , line 720 . Happy was he who might touch her hand or the EVANGELINE . 17.
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... hand in the dance as he whispered Hurried words of love , that seemed a part of the music . But among all who came young Gabriel only was welcome ; Gabriel Lajeunesse , the son of Basil the black- smith , 115 Who was a mighty man in the ...
... hand in the dance as he whispered Hurried words of love , that seemed a part of the music . But among all who came young Gabriel only was welcome ; Gabriel Lajeunesse , the son of Basil the black- smith , 115 Who was a mighty man in the ...
第 23 頁
... hand ; whilst loud and in regular cadence 193. There is a charming milkmaid's song in Tennyson's drama of Queen Mary , Act III . , Scene 5 , where the streaming of the milk into the sounding pails is caught in the tinkling k's of such ...
... hand ; whilst loud and in regular cadence 193. There is a charming milkmaid's song in Tennyson's drama of Queen Mary , Act III . , Scene 5 , where the streaming of the milk into the sounding pails is caught in the tinkling k's of such ...
第 28 頁
... hand in her lover's , 265 Blushing Evangeline heard the words that her father had spoken , And , as they died on his lips , the worthy notary en- tered . III . Bent like a laboring oar , that toils in the surf of the ocean , 267. A ...
... hand in her lover's , 265 Blushing Evangeline heard the words that her father had spoken , And , as they died on his lips , the worthy notary en- tered . III . Bent like a laboring oar , that toils in the surf of the ocean , 267. A ...
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第 34 頁 - Silently one by one, 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, and straightway Rose the guests and departed ; and
第 197 頁 - And ever, when a louder blast The merrier up its roaring draught The great throat of the chimney laughed, The house-dog on his paws outspread iw 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
第 99 頁 - Thousands of throbbing hearts, where theirs are at rest and forever, Thousands of aching brains, where theirs no longer are busy, Thousands of toiling hands, where theirs have ceased from their labors, Thousands of weary feet, where theirs have completed their journey! Still stands the forest primeval; but under the shade of its branches
第 334 頁 - The hand that rounded Peter's dome, And groined the aisles of Christian Rome, Wrought in a sad sincerity; Himself from God he could not free ; He builded better than he knew; — The conscious stone to beauty grew.
第 172 頁 - BUILD me straight, O worthy Master! Stanch and strong, a goodly vessel, That shall laugh at all disaster, And with wave and whirlwind wrestle! " The merchant's word Delighted the Master heard; For his heart was in his work, and the heart Giveth grace unto every Art. That
第 192 頁 - air Hides hills and woods, the river and the heaven, And veils the farm-house at the garden's end. The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit Around the radiant fireplace, inclosed In a tumultuous privacy of storm.
第 183 頁 - To-day the vessel shall be launched ! With fleecy clouds the sky is blanched, And o'er the bay, Slowly, in all his splendors dight, The great sun rises to behold the sight. 265 The ocean old, Centuries old, Strong as youth, and as uncontrolled, Paces restless to and fro, Up and down the sands of gold.
第 91 頁 - And the streets still reecho the names of the trees of the forest, As if they fain would appease the Dryads whose haunts they molested. There from the troubled sea had Evangeline landed, an exile, Finding among the children of Penn a home and a country. There old Rene Leblanc had died; and when
第 10 頁 - Speaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest. This is the forest primeval; but where are the hearts that beneath it Leaped like the roe, when he hears in the woodland the voice of the huntsman ? Where is the thatch-roofed village, the home of
第 99 頁 - isso Still stands the forest primeval; but far away from its shadow, Side by side, in their nameless graves, the lovers are sleeping. Under the humble walls of the little Catholic churchyard, In the heart of the city, they lie, unknown and unnoticed. Daily the tides of life go ebbing and flowing beside them,