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The Courtship of Miles Standish and Minor Poems Henry Wadsworth Longfellow No preview available - 2019 |
The Courtship Of Miles Standish And Minor Poems Henry Wadsworth Longfellow No preview available - 2019 |
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Alden angels answer arms beautiful breath bright building called Captain closed clouds coming dark dead Death deep dreams earth Edited England English eyes face fair fall fear feeling feet fell fields fire flowers forest forever give gleam golden grave hand hear heard heart heaven Indian John King land leaves light living Longfellow look Lord loud maiden March Master Miles Standish morning nature never night o'er ocean once Page passed Plymouth poem poet prayer Priscilla rain rest rise river rose round sail School seemed shadows ship side silent singing sleep smile snow soft song soul sound spake speak stands stars stood strong sweet Take thee things thou thoughts town translation village voice walls waters wave wild wind woods young youth
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Page 97 - Week in, week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow ; You can hear him swing his heavy sledge, With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell, When the evening sun is low. And children coming home from school Look in at the open door...
Page 68 - 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 seem. Life is real ! Life is earnest ! ; And the grave is not its goal; "Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Page 143 - We know what Master laid thy keel, What workmen wrought thy ribs of steel, Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope!
Page 155 - ALL are architects of Fate, Working in these walls of Time ; Some with massive deeds and great, Some with ornaments of rhyme. Nothing useless is, or low ; Each thing in its place is best ; And what seems but idle show Strengthens and supports the rest.
Page 72 - WHEN the hours of Day are numbered, And the voices of the Night Wake the better soul, that slumbered, To a holy, calm delight; Ere the evening lamps are lighted, And, like phantoms grim and tall, Shadows from the fitful fire-light Dance upon the parlor wall; Then the forms of the departed Enter at the open door; The beloved, the true-hearted, Come to visit me once more...
Page 94 - Last night, the moon had a golden ring. And to-night no moon we see !" The skipper, he blew a whiff from his pipe, And a scornful laugh laughed he.
Page 75 - Flowers ; In all places, then, and in all seasons, Flowers expand their light and soul-like wings, Teaching us, by most persuasive reasons, How akin they are to human things.
Page 121 - I saw her bright reflection In the waters under me, Like a golden goblet falling And sinking into the sea. And far in the hazy distance Of that lovely night in June, The blaze of the flaming furnace Gleamed redder than the moon.
Page 142 - ... gesture of command, Waved his hand ; And at the word, Loud and sudden there was heard, All around them and below, The sound of hammers, blow on blow, Knocking away the shores and spurs. And see ! she stirs ! She starts, — she moves, — she seems to feel The thrill of life along her keel, And, spurning with her foot the ground, With one exulting, joyous bound, She leaps into the ocean's arms...
Page 190 - A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.' I remember the gleams and glooms that dart Across the school-boy's brain; The song and the silence in the heart, That in part are prophecies, and in part Are longings wild and vain. And the voice of that fitful song 60 Sings on, and is never still: 'A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.