The Courtship of Miles StandishM. A. Donohue & Company, 1901 - 224页 |
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... walls of the chamber ,1 Old Colony was the territory in eastern Massachusetts occupied by the Plymouth colonists . 2 This town , the oldest in New England , is situated on the harbor of the same name on the coast of Massachusetts about ...
... walls of the chamber ,1 Old Colony was the territory in eastern Massachusetts occupied by the Plymouth colonists . 2 This town , the oldest in New England , is situated on the harbor of the same name on the coast of Massachusetts about ...
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... wall was a shelf of books , and among them Prominent three , distinguished alike for bulk and for binding ; Barriffe's " Artillery Guide , " and the " Commentaries of Cæsar , " 70 Out of the Latin translated by Arthur Goldinge ' of ...
... wall was a shelf of books , and among them Prominent three , distinguished alike for bulk and for binding ; Barriffe's " Artillery Guide , " and the " Commentaries of Cæsar , " 70 Out of the Latin translated by Arthur Goldinge ' of ...
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... wall of a churchyard , Darkened and overhung by the running vine of the verses . 50 Such was the book from whose pages she sang the old Puritan anthem , She , the Puritan girl , in the solitude of the forest , Making the humble house ...
... wall of a churchyard , Darkened and overhung by the running vine of the verses . 50 Such was the book from whose pages she sang the old Puritan anthem , She , the Puritan girl , in the solitude of the forest , Making the humble house ...
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... as out of the heavens , with apocalyptical splendors , 5 Sank the City of God , in the vision of John the Apostle , ' 1 Revelation of St. John , xxi . 10-27 . So , with its cloudy walls of chrysolite , jasper MILES STANDISH . 21.
... as out of the heavens , with apocalyptical splendors , 5 Sank the City of God , in the vision of John the Apostle , ' 1 Revelation of St. John , xxi . 10-27 . So , with its cloudy walls of chrysolite , jasper MILES STANDISH . 21.
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. So , with its cloudy walls of chrysolite , jasper , and sapphire , Sank the broad red sun , and over its turrets uplifted Glimmered the golden reed of the angel who measured the city . 66 Welcome , O wind of ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. So , with its cloudy walls of chrysolite , jasper , and sapphire , Sank the broad red sun , and over its turrets uplifted Glimmered the golden reed of the angel who measured the city . 66 Welcome , O wind of ...
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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.