American Poems: Longfellow: Whittier: Bryant: Holmes: Lowell: EmersonHoughton, Mifflin, 1894 - 453 頁 |
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第 6 頁
... round the church , and then announced to the people his majesty's decision that they were to be removed with their families out of the country . The church became at once a guard- house , and all the prisoners were under strict ...
... round the church , and then announced to the people his majesty's decision that they were to be removed with their families out of the country . The church became at once a guard- house , and all the prisoners were under strict ...
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... round in a circle of cinders . Oft on autumnal eves , when without in the gathering darkness Bursting with light seemed the smithy , through every cranny and crevice , 130 Warm by the forge within they watched the laboring bellows , And ...
... round in a circle of cinders . Oft on autumnal eves , when without in the gathering darkness Bursting with light seemed the smithy , through every cranny and crevice , 130 Warm by the forge within they watched the laboring bellows , And ...
第 25 頁
... pipe and the box of tobacco ; 225 Never so much thyself art thou as when , through the curling Smoke of the pipe or the forge , thy friendly and jovial face gleams Round and red as the harvest moon through the mist EVANGELINE . 25.
... pipe and the box of tobacco ; 225 Never so much thyself art thou as when , through the curling Smoke of the pipe or the forge , thy friendly and jovial face gleams Round and red as the harvest moon through the mist EVANGELINE . 25.
第 26 頁
Horace Elisha Scudder. Round and red as the harvest moon through the mist of the marshes . " Then , with a smile of content , thus answered Basil the blacksmith , Taking with easy air the accustomed seat by the fire- - : 230 side ...
Horace Elisha Scudder. Round and red as the harvest moon through the mist of the marshes . " Then , with a smile of content , thus answered Basil the blacksmith , Taking with easy air the accustomed seat by the fire- - : 230 side ...
第 28 頁
... round about them , Filled the barn with hay , and the house with food for a twelvemonth . René Leblanc will be here anon , with his papers and inkhorn . Shall we not then be glad , and rejoice in the joy of our children ? ” As apart by ...
... round about them , Filled the barn with hay , and the house with food for a twelvemonth . René Leblanc will be here anon , with his papers and inkhorn . Shall we not then be glad , and rejoice in the joy of our children ? ” As apart by ...
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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,