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... heard in the room but the hurrying pen of the stripling , Busily writing epistles important , to go by the May Flower , Ready to sail on the morrow , or next day at latest , God willing ! Homeward bound with the tidings of all that ...
... heard in the room but the hurrying pen of the stripling , Busily writing epistles important , to go by the May Flower , Ready to sail on the morrow , or next day at latest , God willing ! Homeward bound with the tidings of all that ...
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... heard in the room but the hurrying pen of the stripling Writing epistles important to go next day by the May Flower , Filled with the name and the fame of the Puritan maiden Priscilla ; Every sentence began or closed with the name of ...
... heard in the room but the hurrying pen of the stripling Writing epistles important to go next day by the May Flower , Filled with the name and the fame of the Puritan maiden Priscilla ; Every sentence began or closed with the name of ...
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... Heard , as he drew near the door , the musical voice of Priscilla Singing the hundredth Psalm , the grand old Puritan anthem , Music that Luther sang to the sacred words of the Psalmist , ' Full of the breath of the Lord , consoling and ...
... Heard , as he drew near the door , the musical voice of Priscilla Singing the hundredth Psalm , the grand old Puritan anthem , Music that Luther sang to the sacred words of the Psalmist , ' Full of the breath of the Lord , consoling and ...
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... heard your step in the passage ; For I was thinking of you , as I sat there singing and spinning . " Awkward and dumb with delight , that a thought of him had been mingled Thus in the sacred psalm , that came from the heart of the ...
... heard your step in the passage ; For I was thinking of you , as I sat there singing and spinning . " Awkward and dumb with delight , that a thought of him had been mingled Thus in the sacred psalm , that came from the heart of the ...
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... Heard the voices of men through the mist , the rattle of cordage Thrown on the deck , the shouts of the mate , and the sailors ' " ay , Sir ! " Clear and distinct , but not loud , in the dripping air of the twilight . Still for a moment ...
... Heard the voices of men through the mist , the rattle of cordage Thrown on the deck , the shouts of the mate , and the sailors ' " ay , Sir ! " Clear and distinct , but not loud , in the dripping air of the twilight . Still for a moment ...
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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.