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... PRINCE HENRY , ELSIE , AND ATTENDANTS 12. HALT AT FOOT OF THE ALPS . 184 195 220 COURTSHIP OF MILES STANDISH . 13 . INTERIOR OF HIS DWELLING 14. THE BRIDAL PROCESSION John Absolon 241 270 BIRDS OF PASSAGE . 15. BASSELIN'S MILL AND THE ...
... PRINCE HENRY , ELSIE , AND ATTENDANTS 12. HALT AT FOOT OF THE ALPS . 184 195 220 COURTSHIP OF MILES STANDISH . 13 . INTERIOR OF HIS DWELLING 14. THE BRIDAL PROCESSION John Absolon 241 270 BIRDS OF PASSAGE . 15. BASSELIN'S MILL AND THE ...
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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... Prince's child , I but a Viking wild , And though she blushed and smiled , I was discarded ! Should not the dove so white Follow the sea - mew's flight , Why did they leave that night Her nest unguarded ? " Scarce had I put to sea ...
... Prince's child , I but a Viking wild , And though she blushed and smiled , I was discarded ! Should not the dove so white Follow the sea - mew's flight , Why did they leave that night Her nest unguarded ? " Scarce had I put to sea ...
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... Prince Frederick's Guard Sang them in their smoky barracks ; - Suddenly the English cannon Joined the chorus ! Peasants in the field , Sailors on the roaring ocean , Students , tradesmen , pale mechanics , All have sung them . Thou hast ...
... Prince Frederick's Guard Sang them in their smoky barracks ; - Suddenly the English cannon Joined the chorus ! Peasants in the field , Sailors on the roaring ocean , Students , tradesmen , pale mechanics , All have sung them . Thou hast ...
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... PRINCE HENRY sitting alone , ill and restless . Midnight . PRINCE HENRY . I CANNOT sleep ! my fervid brain Calls up the vanished Past again , And throws its misty splendours deep Into the pallid realms of sleep ! A breath from that far ...
... PRINCE HENRY sitting alone , ill and restless . Midnight . PRINCE HENRY . I CANNOT sleep ! my fervid brain Calls up the vanished Past again , And throws its misty splendours deep Into the pallid realms of sleep ! A breath from that far ...
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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
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Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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...
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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?
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.