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angels beautiful behold BELFRY OF BRUGES breath Captain of Plymouth clouds Courtship of Miles dark dead death dreams dreary earth Edited Elizabeth Appleton England English Epimetheus Excelsior eyes feeling fire Flanders flowers forest forever gleam golden grave Greek mythology hand Hawthorne's hear heard heart heaven Henry Longfellow Henry Wadsworth Longfellow High School Humphrey Gilbert Iliad Indian John Alden King Knickerbocker Magazine land laugh leaves light living Longfellow look Lord loud maiden Mayflower Miles Standish mist never night o'er ocean Palgrave's Golden Treasury phantoms Plymouth poem poet poet's prayer Priscilla Psalm Puritan rain river roar sail Sandalphon seemed shadows Shakespeare's ship silent singing sleep smile snow soft song soul sound spake Spanish stars stood strong sweet thee thou thoughts of youth town unto Victor Galbraith village voice walls wave wild wind woods words youth are long
Página 72 - When the hours of Day are numbered, And the voices of the Night Wake the better soul, that slumbered, To a holy, calm delight...
Página 155 - ALL are architects of Fate, Working in these walls of Time ; Some with massive deeds and great, Some with ornaments of rhyme. Nothing useless is, or low ; Each thing in its place is best; And what seems but idle show Strengthens and supports the rest.
Página 127 - 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.
Página 93 - THE WRECK OF THE HESPERUS. IT was the schooner Hesperus, That sailed the wintry sea ; And the skipper had taken his little daughter, To bear him company.
Página 189 - And the bugle wild and shrill. And the music of that old song Throbs in my memory still : " A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Página 197 - 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.
Página 97 - His hair is crisp, and black and long, His face is like the tan; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Página 143 - We know what Master laid thy keel, What workmen wrought thy ribs of steel, Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope!
Página 188 - OFTEN I think of the beautiful town That is seated by the sea ; Often in thought go up and down The pleasant streets of that dear old town, And my youth comes back to me. And a verse of a Lapland song Is haunting my memory still : " A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.