The Courtship of Miles StandishM. A. Donohue & Company, 1901 - 224页 |
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... thoughts of a removal to America . These causes were , the unhealthiness of the low country where they lived ; the hard labors to which they were subjected ; the dissipated manners of the Hollanders , especially their lax observance of ...
... thoughts of a removal to America . These causes were , the unhealthiness of the low country where they lived ; the hard labors to which they were subjected ; the dissipated manners of the Hollanders , especially their lax observance of ...
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... thought then of giving her name to the poem . " I begin a new poem , " he wrote , " Priscilla , ' to be a kind of Puritan pastoral ; the subject , the courtship of Miles Standish . " We know slightly more of John Alden . He was born in ...
... thought then of giving her name to the poem . " I begin a new poem , " he wrote , " Priscilla , ' to be a kind of Puritan pastoral ; the subject , the courtship of Miles Standish . " We know slightly more of John Alden . He was born in ...
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... thought , nor to heights of human passion . He rather strikes the happy medium of feeling and reflection , and thus appeals more than any other poet of our country to the young . A pleasing feature of the style is the use of balance ...
... thought , nor to heights of human passion . He rather strikes the happy medium of feeling and reflection , and thus appeals more than any other poet of our country to the young . A pleasing feature of the style is the use of balance ...
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... thought , the other a man of action . Both aspire from different motives to the beautiful heiress of the settlement . Alden is fitted for conjugal affection and domestic duty ; Standish for drilling of musketeers and browbeating Indian ...
... thought , the other a man of action . Both aspire from different motives to the beautiful heiress of the settlement . Alden is fitted for conjugal affection and domestic duty ; Standish for drilling of musketeers and browbeating Indian ...
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... thought . Figures are to a poet what colors are to a painter . Poetic thought is , on the whole , more condensed , and appeals more to the imagination than prose work , and figures are a convenient means of reaching those ends ...
... thought . Figures are to a poet what colors are to a painter . Poetic thought is , on the whole , more condensed , and appeals more to the imagination than prose work , and figures are a convenient means of reaching those ends ...
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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.
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 |
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