Tales of a Wayside InnTicknor and Fields, 1864 - 225页 |
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Vender of silks and fabrics rare , And attar of rose from the Levant . Like an old Patriarch he appeared , Abraham or Isaac , or at least Some later Prophet or High - Priest ; With lustrous eyes , and olive ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Vender of silks and fabrics rare , And attar of rose from the Levant . Like an old Patriarch he appeared , Abraham or Isaac , or at least Some later Prophet or High - Priest ; With lustrous eyes , and olive ...
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... rose over the bay , Where swinging wide at her moorings lay The Somerset , British man - of - war ; A phantom ship , with each mast and spar Across the moon like a prison bar , And a huge black hulk , that was magnified By its own ...
... rose over the bay , Where swinging wide at her moorings lay The Somerset , British man - of - war ; A phantom ship , with each mast and spar Across the moon like a prison bar , And a huge black hulk , that was magnified By its own ...
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... impetuous , stamped the earth , And turned and tightened his saddle - girth ; But mostly he watched with eager search The belfry - tower of the Old North Church , As it rose above the graves on the hill , PAUL REVERE'S RIDE . .21.
... impetuous , stamped the earth , And turned and tightened his saddle - girth ; But mostly he watched with eager search The belfry - tower of the Old North Church , As it rose above the graves on the hill , PAUL REVERE'S RIDE . .21.
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. As it rose above the graves on the hill , Lonely and spectral and sombre and still . And lo ! as he looks , on the belfry's height A glimmer , and then a gleam of light ! He springs to the saddle , the bridle ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. As it rose above the graves on the hill , Lonely and spectral and sombre and still . And lo ! as he looks , on the belfry's height A glimmer , and then a gleam of light ! He springs to the saddle , the bridle ...
第23页
... rose par re swinging wide at Ler sala omerset . Ek moeders - tom ship . Vi for the moon & Me ige black ink L reflection in fente his friend , through ya . 1 watches with agar ence around kim een men at the baracker rms , and the THE ...
... rose par re swinging wide at Ler sala omerset . Ek moeders - tom ship . Vi for the moon & Me ige black ink L reflection in fente his friend , through ya . 1 watches with agar ence around kim een men at the baracker rms , and the THE ...
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第21页 - Meanwhile, impatient to mount and ride, Booted and spurred, with a heavy stride On the opposite shore walked Paul Revere. Now he patted his horse's side...
第23页 - Revere ; And so through the night went his cry of alarm To every Middlesex village and farm. A cry of defiance and not of fear, A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door, And a word that shall echo forevermore! For, borne on the night-wind of the Past, Through all our history, to the last, In the hour of darkness and peril and need, The people will waken and listen to hear The hurrying hoof-beats of that steed, And the midnight message of Paul Revere.
第22页 - A hurry of hoofs in a village street, A shape in the moonlight; a bulk in the dark, And beneath, from the pebbles, in passing, a spark Struck out by a steed flying fearless and fleet: That was all! and yet, through the gloom and the light, The fate of a nation was riding that night; And the spark struck out by that steed, in his flight, Kindled the land into flame with its heat.
第23页 - So through the night rode Paul Revere ; And so through the night went his cry of alarm To every Middlesex village and farm, — A cry of defiance and not of fear, A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door, And a word that shall echo forevermore...
第212页 - SNOW-FLAKES. 00T of the bosom of the Air, Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken, Over the woodlands brown and bare Over the harvest-fields forsaken, Silent, and soft, and slow Descends the snow. Even as our cloudy fancies take Suddenly shape in some divine expression, Even as the troubled heart doth make In the white countenance confession, The troubled sky reveals The grief it feels.
第23页 - It was twelve by the village clock When he crossed the bridge into Medford town. He heard the crowing of the cock, And the barking of the farmer's dog, And felt the damp of the river fog, That rises after the sun goes down.
第23页 - That rises after the sun goes down. It was one by the village clock, When he galloped into Lexington. He saw the gilded weathercock Swim in the moonlight as he passed, And the meeting-house windows, blank and bare, Gaze at him with a spectral glare, As if they already stood aghast At the bloody work they would look upon. It was two by the village clock, When he came to the bridge in Concord town.
第23页 - You know the rest. In the books you have read, How the British regulars fired and fled, How the farmers gave them ball for ball, From behind each fence and farm-yard wall, Chasing the red-coats down the lane, Then crossing the fields to emerge again Under the trees at the turn of the road, And only pausing to fire and load.
第19页 - Silently rowed to the Charlestown shore, Just as the moon rose over the bay, Where swinging wide at her moorings lay The Somerset, British man-of-war; A phantom ship, with each mast and spar Across the moon like a prison bar, And a huge black hulk, that was magnified By its own reflection in the tide.
第189页 - Linnet and meadow-lark and all the throng That dwell in nests and have the gift of song. You slay them all! and wherefore? for the gain Of a scant handful, more or less, of wheat Or rye or barley or some other grain, Scratched up at random by industrious feet. Searching for worm or weevil after rain! Or a few cherries that are not so sweet As are the songs these uninvited guests Sing at their feast with comfortable breasts.