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Alfred Fredericks Ballads birch bloom blossom blue boat bridal brown Casco Bay CHANGELING child chore-girl COBBLER KEEZAR'S corr'd corrt cried dark dead dreams drearily eyes Eytinge F. O. C. Darley face fair father feathered and carried fire-light flowers Flud Oirson fur his horrd futherr'd Gascon golden Goodman Garvin goodwife Granville Perkins gray green Hampton River hand hard heart Harry Fenn hear hillside horn horrd horrt Ipswich Keezar Keezar's Vision kissed knew lapstone lips Loud laughed maid maiden Martha Mason MARY GARVIN mope Morble'ead mother never o'er Old Floyd Ireson pebbled beach pines Playmate pray prayer Ramoth hill Rawlin red coals ride roses blow Saco Saco's sailed shame sighed singing skipper smiling song sorrow stranger stream summer sung sweet sweeter Tarred and feathered TELLING THE BEES to-day Torr'd turkeys wave wild wind Winslow Homer witch women of Marblehead woods wreck young
Página 14 - Of the brook are her poor flowers, weed-o'errun, Pansy and daffodil, rose and pink. A year has gone, as the tortoise goes, Heavy and slow ; And the same rose blows, and the same sun glows, And the same brook sings of a year ago. There 's the same sweet clover-smell in the breeze ; And the June sun warm Tangles his wings of fire in the trees,. Setting, as then, over Fernside Farm.
Página 13 - HERE is the place ; right over the hill Runs the path I took ; You can see the gap in the old wall still, And the stepping-stones in the shallow brook. There is the house, with the gate redbarred, And the poplars tall ; And the barn's brown length, and the cattle-yard, And the white horns tossing above the wall.
Página 22 - OF all the rides since the birth of time, Told in story or sung in rhyme, — On Apuleius's Golden Ass, Or one-eyed Calendar's horse of brass, Witch astride of a human back, Islam's prophet on Al-Borak, — The strangest ride that ever was sped Was Ireson's, out from Marblehead!
Página 30 - Woodsy and wild and lonesome, The swift stream wound away, Through birches and scarlet maples Flashing in foam and spray, — Down on the sharp-horned ledges Plunging in steep cascade, Tossing its white-maned waters Against the hemlock's shade.
Página 76 - RIVERMOUTH Rocks are fair to see, By dawn or sunset shone across, When the ebb of the sea has left them free, To dry their fringes of gold-green moss : For there the river comes winding down From salt sea-meadows and uplands brown, And waves on the outer rocks afoam Shout to its waters,
Página 24 - Mother and sister, wife and maid, Looked from the rocks of Marblehead Over the moaning and rainy sea, — Looked for the coming that might not be!
Página 22 - Old Floyd Ireson, for his hard heart, Tarred and feathered and carried in a cart By the women of Marblehead!
Página 43 - ... wind, The voices of the sea. Her heart is like an outbound ship That at its anchor swings ; The murmur of the stranded shell Is in the song she sings. She sings, and, smiling, hears her praise, But dreams the while of one Who watches from his sea-blown deck The icebergs in the sun.
Página 28 - THE beaver cut his timber With patient teeth that day, The minks were fish-wards, and the crows Surveyors of highway, — When Keezar sat on the hillside Upon his cobbler's form, With a pan of coals on either hand To keep his waxed-ends warm. And there, in the golden weather, He stitched and hammered and sung j In the brook he moistened his leather, In the pewter mug his tongue.