The Courtship of Miles Standish |
在该图书中搜索
共有 11 个结果，这是第 1-5 个
第xxvi页
There is a tendency to give a flavor of romance to his work , but his good sense and sanity of feeling do not allow him , even in his most idealistic moods , to rise too high above the kindly earth . Comparing again what he has put into ...
There is a tendency to give a flavor of romance to his work , but his good sense and sanity of feeling do not allow him , even in his most idealistic moods , to rise too high above the kindly earth . Comparing again what he has put into ...
第13页
... feet and the shadow Over the wintry sea , to the desolate shores of New England ? 15 Truly the heart is deceitful , and out of its depths of corruption Rise , like an exhalation , the misty phantoms of passion ; Angels of light ...
... feet and the shadow Over the wintry sea , to the desolate shores of New England ? 15 Truly the heart is deceitful , and out of its depths of corruption Rise , like an exhalation , the misty phantoms of passion ; Angels of light ...
第34页
He too was eager to go , and thus put an end to his anguish , 80 Thinking to fly from despair , that swifter than keel is or canvas , Thinking to drown in the sea the ghost that would rise and pursue him . But as he gazed on the crowd ...
He too was eager to go , and thus put an end to his anguish , 80 Thinking to fly from despair , that swifter than keel is or canvas , Thinking to drown in the sea the ghost that would rise and pursue him . But as he gazed on the crowd ...
第70页
Then , from those cavernous eyes Pale flashes seemed to rise , As when the Northern skies Gleam in December ; And , like the water's flow Under December's snow , Came a dull voice of woe From the heart's chamber . " I was a Viking old !
Then , from those cavernous eyes Pale flashes seemed to rise , As when the Northern skies Gleam in December ; And , like the water's flow Under December's snow , Came a dull voice of woe From the heart's chamber . " I was a Viking old !
第78页
The salt sea was frozen on her breast , The salt tears in her eyes ; And he saw her hair , like the brown sea - weed , On the billows fall and rise . Such was the wreck of the Hesperus , In the midnight and the snow !
The salt sea was frozen on her breast , The salt tears in her eyes ; And he saw her hair , like the brown sea - weed , On the billows fall and rise . Such was the wreck of the Hesperus , In the midnight and the snow !
大家的评论 - 撰写书评
我们没有找到任何书评。
其他版本 - 查看全部
常见术语和短语
accent American Angels answer arms battle beautiful beheld Bible born breath bright called Captain century characters church colony Courtship dark dead death England English eyes face feeling feet figures fire flower followed forest friendship Full give grave hand head heard heart Indian John Alden King land language laughed leaves light living Longfellow look Lord loud maiden married Master Mayflower Miles Standish never night o'er ocean once passed Pilgrims Plymouth poem poet Priscilla Published Puritan ready rest rise rock Rose round sail seemed shadows ship silent snow soldier song sound spake speak stands stood story strong studied sweet things thought told turn vessel village voice wall wife wind woods young youth
热门引用章节
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.
书目信息
| 名称 | The Courtship of Miles Standish Standard literature series第 第 47 期 卷 |
| 作者 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
| 出版商 | M. A. Donohue & Company, 1901 |
| 出处： | 哈佛大学 |
| 数字化处理时间 | 2007年11月15日 |
| 页数 | 224页 |
| 导出参考文献 | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |