Poetical WorksF. Warne, 1878 - 656 pages |
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... Sigrid the Haughty v . The Skerry of Shrieks VI . The Wraith of Odin VII . Iron - Beard . VIII . Gudrun · IX . Thangbrand the Priest X. Raud the Strong • XI . Bishop Sigurd at Salten Fiord . XII . King Olaf's Christmas 224 225 225 226 ...
... Sigrid the Haughty v . The Skerry of Shrieks VI . The Wraith of Odin VII . Iron - Beard . VIII . Gudrun · IX . Thangbrand the Priest X. Raud the Strong • XI . Bishop Sigurd at Salten Fiord . XII . King Olaf's Christmas 224 225 225 226 ...
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... Sigrid the Haughty said under her breath , " This insult , King Olaf , shall be thy death ! " Heart's dearest , Why dost thou sorrow so ? V. THE SKERRY OF SHRIEKS . Now from all King Olaf's farms His men - at - arms Gathered on the Eve ...
... Sigrid the Haughty said under her breath , " This insult , King Olaf , shall be thy death ! " Heart's dearest , Why dost thou sorrow so ? V. THE SKERRY OF SHRIEKS . Now from all King Olaf's farms His men - at - arms Gathered on the Eve ...
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... Sigrid the Haughty ; And to avenge his bride , Soothing her wounded pride , Over the waters wide King Olaf sought he . Still on her scornful face , Blushing with deep disgrace , Bore she the crimson trace Of Olaf's gauntlet ; Like a ...
... Sigrid the Haughty ; And to avenge his bride , Soothing her wounded pride , Over the waters wide King Olaf sought he . Still on her scornful face , Blushing with deep disgrace , Bore she the crimson trace Of Olaf's gauntlet ; Like a ...
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... Sigrid the Haughty , Thy vengeance prevails ! " " XVIII . KING OLAF AND EARL SIGVALD . ON the gray sea - sands King Olaf stands , Northward and seaward He points with his hands . With eddy and whirl The sea - tides curl , Washing the ...
... Sigrid the Haughty , Thy vengeance prevails ! " " XVIII . KING OLAF AND EARL SIGVALD . ON the gray sea - sands King Olaf stands , Northward and seaward He points with his hands . With eddy and whirl The sea - tides curl , Washing the ...
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... Sigrid the Haughty , 248 . Queen Thyri and the Angelica Stalks , 258 . Rain in Summer , 81 . Rainy Day , The , 37 . Raud the Strong , 254 . Reaper and the Flowers , The , 3 . Remorse , 340 . Resignation , 129 . Revenge of Rain - in ...
... Sigrid the Haughty , 248 . Queen Thyri and the Angelica Stalks , 258 . Rain in Summer , 81 . Rainy Day , The , 37 . Raud the Strong , 254 . Reaper and the Flowers , The , 3 . Remorse , 340 . Resignation , 129 . Revenge of Rain - in ...
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Acadian Angel answered arrows beautiful behold beneath birds breath brooklet Chibiabos Chispa cloud cried Dacotahs dark dead death door dreams earth EPIMETHEUS Evangeline eyes face fair father feet fire flowers forest gazed Gitche Gumee gleam golden Grand-Pré guests Gypsy hand hast hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha John Alden Kenabeek King Olaf Kwasind land Lara Laughing Water light listen look loud maiden meadow mighty Miles Standish Minnehaha Mondamin moon morning Mudjekeewis night o'er old Nokomis Osseo passed Pau-Puk-Keewis paused pray prayer Prec river rose round rushing sails Sandalphon sang shadow shining ships Sigrid the Haughty silent singing sleep smile song Song of Hiawatha sorrow soul sound spake Standish stars stood sunshine sweet tale Tharaw thee thou art thought unto Vict village voice wait walls wampum wandered waves whispered wigwam wild wind words youth
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Page 90 - THE ARROW AND THE SONG. 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, I knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong, That it can follow the flight of song? Long, long afterward, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroke ; And the song, from beginning to end I found again in the heart of a friend.
Page 126 - UNION, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, Is hanging breathless on thy fate! 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! Fear not each sudden sound and shock, '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...
Page 235 - LISTEN, my children, and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, On the eighteenth of April, in Seventyfive ; Hardly a man is now alive Who remembers that famous day and year. He said to his friend, "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...
Page 225 - THE CHILDREN'S HOUR. BETWEEN the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour. I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet, The sound of a door that is opened, And voices soft and sweet.
Page 3 - The Reaper and the Flowers 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.
Page 219 - A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts." Strange to me now are the forms I meet When I visit the dear old town ; But the native air is pure and sweet, And the trees that o'ershadow each well-known street, As they balance up and down, Are singing the beautiful song, Are sighing and whispering still : "A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Page 2 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Page 130 - Our to-days and yesterdays Are the blocks with which we build. Truly shape and fashion these ; Leave no yawning gaps between ; Think not, because no man sees, Such things will remain unseen. In the elder days of Art, Builders wrought with greatest care, Each minute and unseen part ; For the Gods see everywhere. Let us do our work as well, Both the unseen and the seen ; Make the house, where Gods may dwell, Beautiful, entire, and clean. Else our lives are incomplete, Standing in these walls of Time,...
Page 87 - And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies. Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares that infest the day Shall fold their tents like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
Page 95 - Dikes, that the hands of the farmers had raised with labor incessant, Shut out the turbulent tides; but at stated seasons the flood-gates Opened, and welcomed the sea to wander at will o'er the meadows. West and south there were fields of flax, and orchards and cornfields Spreading afar and unfenced o'er the plain ; and away to the northward Blomidon...