Enoch ArdenTicknor and Fields, 1866 - 114 pages |
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Annie Lee Annie's answer'd Anthony and Davis Artist babes began To feather blessing boat bought them needful bow'd Buoy'd upon floating calculation crost call'd closer spoke crept dawn dead down-streaming seas Engravers Enoch Arden Enter'd Ev'n evermore eyes F. O. C. Darley Farge Father Philip fear girl to school gone haunting heard Heaven hollow Hosanna isle J. A. Bogert knew La Farge lazy gossips little streetward sitting-room little wife lives lonely look'd loved merrily rang Miriam Lane mist-blotted light Flared mountain gorge Stept mountain-gorge They built never to let night open'd palmtree Philip put port pray'd prone edge put the boy renew'd Roll'd a sea-haze rose rosy sail sail'd sea-haze and whelm'd seaward-gazing mountain-gorge seem'd set his hand seven happy sitting-room With shelf slipt street tell thrice had pluck'd turn'd Vedder W. J. Hennessy wait watch'd weary woke woman wood began yonder
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Page 1 - By autumn nutters haunted, flourishes Green in a cuplike hollow of the down. Here on this beach a hundred years ago, Three children of three houses, Annie Lee, The prettiest little damsel in the port, And Philip Ray the miller's only son, And Enoch Arden, a rough sailor's lad Made orphan by a winter shipwreck, play'd Among the waste and lumber of the shore, Hard coils of cordage, swarthy fishing-nets, Anchors of rusty fluke, and boats updrawn...
Page 47 - ... November day Was growing duller twilight, to the hill. There he sat down gazing on all below ; There did a thousand memories roll upon him, Unspeakable for 'sadness. By and by The ruddy square of comfortable light, Far-blazing from the rear of Philip's house, Allured him, as the beacon-blaze allures 46 The bird of passage, till he madly strikes Against it, and beats out his weary life.
Page 39 - The sunrise broken into scarlet shafts Among the palms and ferns and precipices ; The blaze upon the waters to the east : The blaze upon his island overhead ; The blaze upon the waters to the west ; Then the great stars that globed themselves in Heaven, The hollower-bellowing ocean, and again The scarlet shafts of sunrise — but no sail.
Page 38 - That coil'd around the stately stems, and ran Ev'n to the limit of the land, the glows And glories of the broad belt of the world, All these he saw...
Page 48 - And on the left hand of the hearth he saw The mother glancing often toward her babe, But turning now and then to speak with him, Her son, who stood beside her tall and strong, And saying that which pleased him, for he smiled. Now when the dead man come to life beheld His wife his wife no more, and saw the babe Hers, yet not his, upon the father's knee, And all the warmth, the peace, the happiness, And his own children tall and beautiful, And him, that other, reigning in his place, Lord of his rights...
Page vii - LONG lines of cliff breaking have left a chasm; And in the chasm are foam and yellow sands; Beyond, red roofs about a narrow wharf In cluster; then a moulder'd church; and higher A long street climbs to one tall-tower'd mill; And high in heaven behind it a gray down With Danish barrows; and a hazelwood, By autumn nutters haunted, flourishes Green in a cuplike hollow of the down.
Page 48 - Philip, the slighted suitor of old times, Stout, rosy, with his babe across his knees; And o'er her second father stoopt a girl, A later but a loftier Annie Lee, Fair-hair'd and tall, and from...
Page vi - Crept to the gate, and open'd it, and closed, As lightly as a sick man's chamber-door, Behind him, and came out upon the waste. And there he would have knelt, but that his knees Were feeble, so that falling prone he dug His fingers into the wet earth, and pray'd.
Page 51 - All down the long and narrow street he went Beating it in upon his weary brain, As tho' it were the burthen of a song, 'Not to tell her, never to let her know.' He was not all unhappy. His resolve Upbore him, and firm faith, and evermore Prayer from a living source within the will, And beating up thro' all the bitter world, Like fountains of sweet water in the sea, Kept him a living soul. This miller's wife' He said to Miriam 'that you spoke about, Has she no fear that her first husband lives?