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... PRISCILLA 17 PRISCILLA SINGING 19 THE ENGLISH VILLAGE . 21 JOHN ALDEN URGING THE SUIT OF MILES STANDISH 23 THE MAY FLOWER RIDING AT ANCHOR 27 THE COUNCIL 31 MILES STANDISH AND HIS TROOP 35 THE MASTER OF THE SHIP 39 PAGE THE SAILING OF ...
... PRISCILLA 17 PRISCILLA SINGING 19 THE ENGLISH VILLAGE . 21 JOHN ALDEN URGING THE SUIT OF MILES STANDISH 23 THE MAY FLOWER RIDING AT ANCHOR 27 THE COUNCIL 31 MILES STANDISH AND HIS TROOP 35 THE MASTER OF THE SHIP 39 PAGE THE SAILING OF ...
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. PAGE THE SAILING OF THE MAY FLOWER PRISCILLA AND JOHN ALDEN . 41 43 WATTAWAMAT AND STANDISH . 51 JOHN ALDEN HOLDING THE SKEIN FOR PRISCILLA 57 THE MARRIAGE 61 DAYLIGHT AND MOONLIGHT 79 THE GOLDEN MILE - STONE ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. PAGE THE SAILING OF THE MAY FLOWER PRISCILLA AND JOHN ALDEN . 41 43 WATTAWAMAT AND STANDISH . 51 JOHN ALDEN HOLDING THE SKEIN FOR PRISCILLA 57 THE MARRIAGE 61 DAYLIGHT AND MOONLIGHT 79 THE GOLDEN MILE - STONE ...
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... Priscilla , Full of the name and the fame of the Puritan maiden Priscilla ! II . LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP . NOTHING was heard in the room but the hurrying pen of the stripling , Or an occasional sigh from the laboring heart of the Captain ...
... Priscilla , Full of the name and the fame of the Puritan maiden Priscilla ! II . LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP . NOTHING was heard in the room but the hurrying pen of the stripling , Or an occasional sigh from the laboring heart of the Captain ...
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... Priscilla ; Every sentence began or closed with the name of Priscilla , Till the treacherous pen , to which he confided the secret , Strove to betray it by singing and shouting the name of Priscilla ! Finally closing his book , with a ...
... Priscilla ; Every sentence began or closed with the name of Priscilla , Till the treacherous pen , to which he confided the secret , Strove to betray it by singing and shouting the name of Priscilla ! Finally closing his book , with a ...
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... Priscilla Holds in my desolate life the place which the other abandoned . Long have I cherished the thought , but never have dared to reveal it , Being a coward in this , though valiant enough for the most part . Go to the damsel Priscilla ...
... Priscilla Holds in my desolate life the place which the other abandoned . Long have I cherished the thought , but never have dared to reveal it , Being a coward in this , though valiant enough for the most part . Go to the damsel Priscilla ...
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angels anger answered John Alden battle beautiful beheld boy's brave Wattawamat breath BRIDAL PROCESSION Cæsar Captain of Plymouth churchyard cloud Damascus dark dead death desert dreams dreary Elder of Plymouth errand excellent Elder exclaimed eyes face feel feet fire fireside Flanders Flower riding forest friendship Garden of Eden Gleamed graves gray hand Haunted heard heart heaven Helgoland Indian JOHN GILBERT Julius Cæsar Lamberton land laughed light living long thoughts look Lord loud matchlock meadow mist night noble NORTH CAPE o'er ocean OLIVER BASSELIN phantom Pilgrims prayer Puritan maiden sachem sacred sail Sandalphon sang SANTA FILOMENA scabbard ship silent singing smile snow soldier song sound spake speak stalwart Miles Standish stood Straightway strange street stripling sudden sweet swift talking Thereupon answered John thoughts of youth tide town vanished Vaudeville Victor Galbraith voice walls wind wind's words youth are long
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Page 112 - WHENE'ER a noble deed is wrought, Whene'er is spoken a noble thought, Our hearts, in glad surprise, To higher levels rise. The tidal wave of deeper souls Into our inmost being rolls, And lifts us unawares Out of all meaner cares.
Page 119 - A WIND came up out of the sea, And said, " O mists, make room for me." It hailed the ships, and cried, " Sail on, Ye mariners, the night is gone." And hurried landward far away, Crying, "Awake ! it is the day." It said unto the forest, " Shout ! Hang all your leafy banners out ! " It touched the wood-bird's folded wing, And said, "O bird, awake and sing.
Page 74 - We have not wings, we cannot soar; But we have feet to scale and climb By slow degrees, by more and more, The cloudy summits of our time. ' The mighty pyramids of stone That wedge-like cleave the desert airs, When nearer seen, and better known, Are but gigantic flights of stairs. ' The distant mountains, that uprear Their solid bastions to the skies, Are crossed by path-ways, that appear As we to higher levels rise. ' The heights by great men reached and kept Were not attained by sudden Sight, But...
Page 112 - Strange to me now are the forms I meet When I visit the dear old town; But the native air is pure and sweet...
Page 111 - I remember the gleams and glooms that dart Across the schoolboy'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 Sings on, and is never still: "A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Page 25 - But as he warmed and glowed, in his simple and eloquent language, Quite forgetful of self, and full of the praise of his rival, Archly the maiden smiled, and, with eyes overrunning with laughter, Said, in a tremulous voice, " Why don't you speak for yourself, John ?
Page 114 - Lo ! in that house of misery A lady with a lamp I see Pass through the glimmering gloom, And flit from room to room. And slow, as in a dream of bliss, The speechless sufferer turns to kiss Her shadow, as it falls Upon the darkening walls.
Page 106 - Ah ! what would the world be to us If the children were no more ? We should dread the desert behind us Worse than the dark before. What the leaves are to the forest, With light and air for food, Ere their sweet and tender juices Have been hardened into wood, — That to the world are children ; Through them it feels the glow Of a brighter and sunnier climate Than reaches the trunks below.
Page 106 - COME to me, O ye children ! For I hear you at your play, And the questions that perplexed me Have vanished quite away. Ye open the eastern windows, That look towards the sun, Where thoughts are singing swallows And the brooks of morning run.
Page 80 - The stranger at my fireside cannot see The forms I see, nor hear the sounds I hear; He but perceives what is; while unto me All that has been is visible and clear. We have no title-deeds to house or lands; Owners and occupants of earlier dates From graves forgotten stretch their dusty hands, And hold in Mortmain still their old estates.