American Poems: Longfellow: Whittier: Bryant: Holmes: Lowell: EmersonHoughton, Mifflin, 1894 - 453 頁 |
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第 13 頁
... 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 ...
第 15 頁
... 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 ...
第 18 頁
... sound of her footsteps , Knew not which beat the louder , his heart or the knocker of iron ; 110 Or , at the joyous feast of the Patron Saint of the vil- lage , Bolder grew , and pressed her hand in the dance as he whispered Hurried ...
... sound of her footsteps , Knew not which beat the louder , his heart or the knocker of iron ; 110 Or , at the joyous feast of the Patron Saint of the vil- lage , Bolder grew , and pressed her hand in the dance as he whispered Hurried ...
第 21 頁
... sounds were in harmony blended . Voices of children at play , the crowing of cocks in the farm - yards , 159. The Summer of All - Saints is our Indian Summer , All- Saints Day being November 1st . The French also give this sea- son the ...
... sounds were in harmony blended . Voices of children at play , the crowing of cocks in the farm - yards , 159. The Summer of All - Saints is our Indian Summer , All- Saints Day being November 1st . The French also give this sea- son the ...
第 24 頁
... 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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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,