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answered arms Arthur asked baby beautiful began blanket blue brown Buffalo called camp caught child close dark dear deep door Dougal eyes face fall father feet fell fire flowers followed gave give gone grandmother ground hair half hand Hannah head heard heart hills horses hunt Indian kind knew lake laughing leave light looked miles morning mother mountains Naya Naya's never night once passed Pigeon plain ranch returned river rose seemed seen shadow side silent sitting slipped smile snow soon speak Spirit spring Stone strange sudden suddenly sure Sweet Sweet Grass tears tell things thou thought touched trail tree turned voice watched wild William wind wonder young
322 페이지 - Now the day is over, Night is drawing nigh, Shadows of the evening Steal across the sky.
1 페이지 - Away in Beauty's Bloom OH! snatch'd away in beauty's bloom, On thee shall press no ponderous tomb; But on thy turf shall roses rear Their leaves, the earliest of the year; And the wild cypress wave in tender gloom: And oft by yon blue gushing stream Shall Sorrow lean her drooping head, And feed deep thought with many a dream, And lingering pause and lightly tread: Fond wretch! as if her step disturb'd the dead!
266 페이지 - Reigns that which would be fear'd : 'tis much he dares ; And, to that dauntless temper of his mind, He hath a wisdom that doth guide his valour To act in safety.
75 페이지 - They waste us — ay — like April snow In the warm noon, we shrink away ; And fast they follow, as we go Toward the setting day — Till they shall fill the land, and we Are driven into the Western sea.
213 페이지 - Like leaves on trees the race of man is found, Now green in youth, now withering on the ground ; Another race the following spring supplies, They fall successive, and successive rise: So generations in their course decay, So flourish these, when those are past away.
172 페이지 - When daisies pied, and violets blue, And lady-smocks all silver white, And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue, Do paint the meadows with delight...
324 페이지 - Ye! who have traced the Pilgrim to the scene Which is his last, if in your memories dwell A thought which once was his, if on ye swell A single recollection, not in vain He wore his sandal-shoon and scallop-shell; Farewell!
139 페이지 - We ring the bells and we raise the strain. We hang up garlands everywhere And bid the tapers twinkle fair, And feast and frolic — and then we go Back to the same old lives again.
95 페이지 - I thought at first the goblin-laugher stood at my bedside - or rather, crouched by my pillow: but I rose, looked round, and could see nothing; while, as I still gazed, the unnatural sound was reiterated: and I knew it came from behind the panels.