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Title: The courtship of Miles Standish
Year: 1903 (1900s)
Authors: Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth, 1807-1882 Christy, Howard Chandler, 1873-1952, ill
Subjects: Standish, Myles, 1584?-1656
Publisher: Indianapolis, Bobbs-Merrill
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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ady to start at the break of the morning,—Covered himself with the cloak he had worn in his campaigns in Flanders,-Slept as a soldier sleeps in his bivouac, ready for action.But with the dawn he arose; in the twilight Alden beheld himPut on his corselet of steel, and all the rest of his armor,Buckle about his waist his trusty blade of Damascus,Take from the corner his musket, and so stride out of the chamber.Often the heart of the youth had burned and yearned to embrace him,Often his lips had essayed to speak, imploring for pardon;All the old friendship came back, with its tender and grateful emotions;But his pride overmastered the nobler nature within him,—Pride, and the sense of his wrong, and the burning fire of the insult.So he beheld his friend departing in anger, but spake not,Saw him go forth to danger, perhaps to death, and he spake not!Then he arose from his bed, and heard what the people were saying,Joined in the talk at the door, with Stephen and Richard and Gilbert, 88
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THE SAILING OP THE, MAYFLOWER Joined in the morning prayer, and in the reading of Scripture,And, with the others, in haste went hurrying down to the sea-shore,Down to the Plymouth Rock, that had been to their feet as a door-stepInto a world unknown,—the corner-stone of a nation! There with his boat was the Master, already a little impatientLest he should lose the tide, or the wind might shift to the eastward,Square-built, hearty, and strong, with an odor of ocean about him,Speaking with this one and that, and cramming letters and parcelsInto his pockets capacious, and messages mingled togetherInto his narrow brain, till at last he was wholly bewildered.Nearer the boat stood Alden, with one foot placed on the gunwale,One still firm on the rock, and talking at times with the sailors,Seated erect on the thwarts, all ready and eager for starting.He, too, was eager to go, and thus put an end to his anguish,Thinking to fly from despair, that swifter than keel is or canvas,Thinking to drow

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