Poems, Volume 2Ticknor and Fields, 1850 - American poetry |
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... joyous feast of the Patron Saint of the village , Bolder grew , and pressed her hand in the dance as he whispered Hurried words of love , that seemed a part of the music . But , among all who came , young Gabriel only 156 EVANGELINE .
... joyous feast of the Patron Saint of the village , Bolder grew , and pressed her hand in the dance as he whispered Hurried words of love , that seemed a part of the music . But , among all who came , young Gabriel only 156 EVANGELINE .
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. But , among all who came , young Gabriel only was welcome ; Gabriel Lajeunesse , the son of Basil the black smith , Who was a mighty man in the village , and hon- ored of all men ; For since the birth of time ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. But , among all who came , young Gabriel only was welcome ; Gabriel Lajeunesse , the son of Basil the black smith , Who was a mighty man in the village , and hon- ored of all men ; For since the birth of time ...
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... Gabriel , son of the blacksmith ! So passed the morning away . And lo ! with a summons sonorous Sounded the bell from its tower , and over the meadows a drum beat . Thronged ere long was the church with men . Without , in the churchyard ...
... Gabriel , son of the blacksmith ! So passed the morning away . And lo ! with a summons sonorous Sounded the bell from its tower , and over the meadows a drum beat . Thronged ere long was the church with men . Without , in the churchyard ...
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... Evangeline lingered . All was silent within ; and in vain at the door and the windows Stood she , and listened and looked , until , over- come by emotion , " Gabriel ! " cried she aloud with tremulous voice 200 EVANGELINE .
... Evangeline lingered . All was silent within ; and in vain at the door and the windows Stood she , and listened and looked , until , over- come by emotion , " Gabriel ! " cried she aloud with tremulous voice 200 EVANGELINE .
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. " Gabriel ! " cried she aloud with tremulous voice ; but no answer Came from the graves of the dead , nor the gloomier grave of the living . Slowly at length she returned to the tenantless house of her father ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. " Gabriel ! " cried she aloud with tremulous voice ; but no answer Came from the graves of the dead , nor the gloomier grave of the living . Slowly at length she returned to the tenantless house of her father ...
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Page 22 - Down the dark future, through long generations, The echoing sounds grow fainter and then cease; And like a bell, with solemn, sweet vibrations, I hear once more the voice of Christ say, "Peace !" Peace ! and no longer from its brazen portals The blast of War's great organ shakes the skies ! But beautiful as songs of the immortals, The holy melodies of love arise.
Page 343 - She is not dead, — the child of our affection, — But gone unto that school Where she no longer needs our poor protection, And Christ himself doth rule. In that great cloister's stillness and seclusion, By guardian angels led, Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution, She lives, whom we call dead.
Page 126 - Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small; Though with patience he stands waiting, with exactness grinds he all.
Page 73 - Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start; Who, through long days of labor, And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies.
Page 138 - This is the forest primeval; but where are the hearts that beneath it Leaped like the roe, when he hears in the woodland the voice of the huntsman?
Page 342 - Let us be patient ! These severe afflictions Not from the ground arise, But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise. We see but dimly through the mists and vapors ; Amid these earthly damps What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers May be heaven's distant lamps.
Page 304 - Standing before Her father's door, He saw the form of his promised bride. The sun shone on her golden hair, And her cheek was glowing fresh and fair, With the breath of morn and the soft sea air.
Page 137 - THIS is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight, Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic, Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms.
Page 141 - Dikes, that the hands of the farmers had raised with labor incessant, Shut out the turbulent tides ; but at stated seasons the flood-gates Opened, and welcomed the sea to wander at will o'er the meadows.
Page 189 - This is the house of the Prince of Peace, and would you profane it Thus with violent deeds and hearts overflowing with hatred? Lo! where the crucified Christ from his cross is gazing upon you! See! in those sorrowful eyes what meekness and holy compassion! Hark! how those lips still repeat the prayer, 'O Father, forgive them!