The World's Great Masterpieces: History, Biography, Science, Philosophy, Poetry, the Drama, Travel, Adventure, Fiction, Etc, Volume 20American Literary Society, 1901 - Anthologies |
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... wind , Distant and soft on her ear fell the chimes from the belfry of Christ Church , While , intermingled with these , across the meadows were wafted Sounds of psalms , that were sung by the Swedes in their church at Wicaco . - Soft as ...
... wind , Distant and soft on her ear fell the chimes from the belfry of Christ Church , While , intermingled with these , across the meadows were wafted Sounds of psalms , that were sung by the Swedes in their church at Wicaco . - Soft as ...
Page 7246
... wind at a casement . All was ended now , the hope , and the fear , and the sorrow , All the aching of heart , the restless , unsatisfied longing , All the dull , deep pain , and constant anguish of patience ! And , as she pressed once ...
... wind at a casement . All was ended now , the hope , and the fear , and the sorrow , All the aching of heart , the restless , unsatisfied longing , All the dull , deep pain , and constant anguish of patience ! And , as she pressed once ...
Page 7248
... Hildebrand I asked his daughter's hand , Mute did the minstrels stand To hear my story . “ While the brown ale he quaffed , Loud then the champion laughed . And as the wind - gusts waft The sea - 7248 HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW .
... Hildebrand I asked his daughter's hand , Mute did the minstrels stand To hear my story . “ While the brown ale he quaffed , Loud then the champion laughed . And as the wind - gusts waft The sea - 7248 HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW .
Page 7249
... wind - gusts waft The sea - foam brightly , So the loud laugh of scorn , Out of those lips unshorn , From the deep drinking - horn Blew the foam lightly . " She was a Prince's child , I but a Viking wild , And though she blushed and ...
... wind - gusts waft The sea - foam brightly , So the loud laugh of scorn , Out of those lips unshorn , From the deep drinking - horn Blew the foam lightly . " She was a Prince's child , I but a Viking wild , And though she blushed and ...
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... wind , A gale from the Northeast ; The snow fell hissing in the brine , And the billows frothed like yeast . Down came the storm , and smote amain The vessel in its strength ; She shuddered and paused , like a frighted steed , Then ...
... wind , A gale from the Northeast ; The snow fell hissing in the brine , And the billows frothed like yeast . Down came the storm , and smote amain The vessel in its strength ; She shuddered and paused , like a frighted steed , Then ...
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Page 7308 - And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays: Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten; Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
Page 7267 - In happy homes he saw the light Of household fires gleam warm and bright; Above, the spectral glaciers shone, And from his lips escaped a groan, Excelsior! "Try not the Pass!
Page 7262 - Then the Master, With a 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 oceans arms!
Page 7478 - And from the ghastly entrance Where those bold Romans stood, All shrank, like boys who unaware, Ranging the woods to start a hare, Come to the mouth of the dark lair Where, growling low, a fierce old bear Lies amidst bones and blood. Was none who would be foremost To lead such dire attack ; But those behind cried " Forward ! " And those before cried
Page 7266 - Through days of sorrow and of mirth, Through days of death and days of birth, Through every swift vicissitude Of changeful time, unchanged it has stood, And as if, like God, it all things saw, It calmly repeats those words of awe, — "Forever — never! Never — forever!
Page 7267 - The shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior ! His brow was sad ; his eye beneath Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior...
Page 7263 - Tis of the wave and not the rock; 'Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore, Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea! Our hearts, our hopes are all with thee...
Page 7267 - I SHOT an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, 1 knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong.
Page 7481 - And now he feels the bottom, Now on dry earth he stands ; Now round him throng the Fathers To press his gory hands ; And now, with shouts and clapping And noise of weeping loud, He enters through the River-Gate, Borne by the joyous crowd.
Page 7248 - Bright in her father's hall Shields gleamed upon the wall, Loud sang the minstrels all, Chanting his glory; When of old Hildebrand I asked his daughter's hand, Mute did the minstrels stand To hear my story.