The Courtship of Miles StandishM. A. Donohue & Company, 1901 - 224页 |
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... deaths was that of his wife , Rose Standish , who came over in the " Mayflower . " His second wife was Barbara ( family name unknown ) , an orphan sister of Rose . She was left behind in England , but reached Plymouth afterwards in the ...
... deaths was that of his wife , Rose Standish , who came over in the " Mayflower . " His second wife was Barbara ( family name unknown ) , an orphan sister of Rose . She was left behind in England , but reached Plymouth afterwards in the ...
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... death , only to have the surprise and anxiety renewed when he suddenly appears at the wedding . The scene at the end of Part III . also plays an interesting part in the development of the plot . What at first seems to make matters worse ...
... death , only to have the surprise and anxiety renewed when he suddenly appears at the wedding . The scene at the end of Part III . also plays an interesting part in the development of the plot . What at first seems to make matters worse ...
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... death of his wife Rose . We conclude , however , that Longfellow chose the spring of 1621 for the time of the action , and has grouped all of the events which took place from 1621 to 1623 in the former year . He has not held closely to ...
... death of his wife Rose . We conclude , however , that Longfellow chose the spring of 1621 for the time of the action , and has grouped all of the events which took place from 1621 to 1623 in the former year . He has not held closely to ...
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... death unseen ran before it , " the effect ( death ) is put for the cause ( bullet ) . This figure is known as metonymy , which means a change of name , and the idea is named by an accompaniment which serves the writer's purpose better ...
... death unseen ran before it , " the effect ( death ) is put for the cause ( bullet ) . This figure is known as metonymy , which means a change of name , and the idea is named by an accompaniment which serves the writer's purpose better ...
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... Death of his wife , whose clothes caught fire from a candle . Begins to translate the great Italian poet Dante . 1863. Published " Tales of a Wayside Inn , " Part I .; in 1872 Part II . , and in 1873 Part III . A collection of stories ...
... Death of his wife , whose clothes caught fire from a candle . Begins to translate the great Italian poet Dante . 1863. Published " Tales of a Wayside Inn , " Part I .; in 1872 Part II . , and in 1873 Part III . A collection of stories ...
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第100页 - Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares that infest the day Shall fold their tents like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
第76页 - He wrapped her warm in his seaman's coat, Against the stinging blast ; He cut a rope from a broken spar, And bound her to the mast. "O father ! I hear the church-bells ring, O say, what may it be ? " " Tis a fog-bell on a rock-bound coast ! " — And he steered for the open sea.
第101页 - Half-way up the stairs it stands, And points and beckons with its hands From its case of massive oak, Like a monk, who, under his cloak, Crosses himself, and sighs, alas ! With sorrowful voice to all who pass, — " Forever — never ! Never — forever !
第130页 - MY LOST YOUTH. OFTEN I think of the beautiful town That is seated by the sea ; Often in thought go up and down The pleasant streets of that dear- old town, And my youth comes back to me. And a verse of a Lapland song Is haunting my memory still : " A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
第70页 - Oft to his frozen lair Tracked I the grisly bear, While from my path the hare Fled like a shadow; • Oft through the forest dark Followed the were-wolf 's bark, Until the soaring lark Sang from the meadow.
第122页 - The mighty pyramids of stone That wedge-like cleave the desert airs, When nearer seen, and better known, Are but gigantic flights of stairs. The distant mountains, that uprear Their solid bastions to the skies, Are crossed by pathways, that appear As we to higher levels rise. The heights by great men reached and kept Were not attained by sudden flight, But they, while their companions slept, Were toiling upward in the night.
第81页 - At break of day, as heavenward The pious monks of Saint Bernard Uttered the oft-repeated prayer, A voice cried through the startled air Excelsior ! A traveller, by the faithful hound, Half-buried in the snow was found, Still grasping in his hand of ice That banner with the strange device Excelsior ! There in the twilight cold and gray, Lifeless, but beautiful, he lay, And from the sky, serene and far, A voice fell, like a falling star, Excelsior ! POEMS ON SLAVERY.
第119页 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair!
第61页 - TELL me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream ! For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they Life is real ! Life is earnest ! And the grave is not its goal ; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
第62页 - I have naught that is fair ?" saith he ; "Have naught but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me I will give them all back again." He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves.