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... breath as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows . When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide Flagons of home - brewed ale , ah ! fair in sooth was the maiden . Fairer was she when , on Sunday morn , while the ...
... breath as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows . When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide Flagons of home - brewed ale , ah ! fair in sooth was the maiden . Fairer was she when , on Sunday morn , while the ...
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... breath of magnolia blossoms , And with the heat of noon ; and numberless sylvan islands , Fragrant and thickly embowered with blossoming hedges of roses , Near to whose shores they glided along , invited to slumber . Soon by the fairest ...
... breath of magnolia blossoms , And with the heat of noon ; and numberless sylvan islands , Fragrant and thickly embowered with blossoming hedges of roses , Near to whose shores they glided along , invited to slumber . Soon by the fairest ...
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... breathing the vapoury freshness That uprose from the river , and spread itself over the landscape . Slowly lifting the horn that hung at his side , and expanding Fully his broad , deep chest , he blew a blast , that resounded Wildly and ...
... breathing the vapoury freshness That uprose from the river , and spread itself over the landscape . Slowly lifting the horn that hung at his side , and expanding Fully his broad , deep chest , he blew a blast , that resounded Wildly and ...
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... breath from the region of spirits Seemed to float in the air of night ; and she felt for a moment That , like the Indian maid , she , too , was pursuing a phantom . And with this thought she slept , and the fear and the phantom had ...
... breath from the region of spirits Seemed to float in the air of night ; and she felt for a moment That , like the Indian maid , she , too , was pursuing a phantom . And with this thought she slept , and the fear and the phantom had ...
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... breath of the summer winds a rumour was wafted Sweeter than song of bird , or hue or odour of blossom . Far to the north and east , it said , in the Michigan forests , Gabriel had his lodge by the banks of the Saginaw river . And , with ...
... breath of the summer winds a rumour was wafted Sweeter than song of bird , or hue or odour of blossom . Far to the north and east , it said , in the Michigan forests , Gabriel had his lodge by the banks of the Saginaw river . And , with ...
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Acadian Alden Angel answered arrows beautiful behold bells beneath birds breath bright clouds cried CUTH Dacotahs dark dead death door dream earth ELSIE Evangeline eyes face father fear feet Filled flowers forest gazed gleam golden grave hand hast hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha Hoheneck holy John Alden Kenabeek King Olaf land Laughing Laughing Water light listen little Hiawatha look Lord loud LUCIF maiden meadow Miles Standish Minnesinger Mondamin monk moon morning Mudjekeewis night Nokomis o'er Osseo passed Pau-Puk-Keewis Plymouth prayer Prince Priscilla river rose round sail Salern Sandalphon sang seemed shadows shining Sigrid the Haughty silent singing sleep song Song of Hiawatha sorrow soul sound spake stand stars stood strong sunshine sweet Tharaw thee thought unto village voice walls wampum wandered wave Wenonah whispered wigwam wild wind words youth
Popular passages
Page 144 - 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.
Page 113 - Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each, burning deed and thought.
Page 62 - Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State ! Sail on, O UNION, strong and great : Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, Is hanging breathless on thy fate...
Page 45 - Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us, Footprints on the sands of time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
Page 484 - If the British march By land or sea from the town to-night, Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch Of the North Church tower as a signal light,— One, if by land, and two, if by sea; And I on the opposite shore will be, Ready to ride and spread the alarm Through every Middlesex village and farm, For the country folk to be up and to arm.
Page 286 - A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts." I remember the black wharves and the slips, And the sea-tides tossing free ; And Spanish sailors with bearded lips. And the beauty and mystery of the ships, And the magic of the sea. And the voice of that wayward song Is singing and saying still: "A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Page 93 - 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?
Page 92 - IT was the schooner Hesperus, That sailed the wintry sea; And the skipper had taken his little daughter, To bear him company. Blue were her eyes as the fairy-flax, Her cheeks like the dawn of day, And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds, That ope in the month of May. The skipper he stood beside the helm, His pipe was in his mouth, And he watched how the veering flaw did blow The smoke now West, now South.
Page 49 - Spake full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine, When he called the flowers, so blue and golden, Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine.
Page 45 - There is a Reaper, whose name is Death, And, with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between. 'Shall I have nought that is fair?' saith he, 'Have nought but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again.