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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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ship, and self with each generous impulsecTo and fro in his breast his thoughts were heaving and dashing,As in a foundering ship, with every roll of the vessel,Washes the bitter sea, the merciless surge of the ocean!Must I relinquish it all, he cried with a wild lamentation,Must I relinquish it all, the joy, the hope, the illusion?Was it for this I have loved, and waited, and worshiped in silence ?Was it for this I have followed the flying feet and the shadowOver the wintry sea, to the desolate shores of New England?Truly the heart is deceitful, and out of its depths of corruptionRise, like an exhalation, the misty phantoms of passion;Angels of light they seem, but are only delusions of Satan.All is clear to me now; I feel it, I see it distinctly!This is the hand of the Lord; it is laid upon me in anger,For I have followed too much the hearts desires and devices,Worshiping Ashtoreth blindly, and impious idols of Baal.This is the cross I must bear; the sin and the swift retribution. 44
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THE, LOVERS E.FLRAND So through the Plymouth woods John Alden went on his errand;Crossing the brook at the ford, where it brawled over pebble and shallow,Gathering still, as he went, the May-flowers blooming around him,Fragrant, filling the air with a strange and wonderful sweetness,Children lost in the woods, and covered with leaves in their slumber.Puritan flowers, he said, and the type of Puritan maidens,Modest and simple and sweet, the very type of Priscilla!So I will take them to her; to Priscilla the May-flower of Plymouth,Modest and simple and sweet, as a parting gift will I take them;Breathing their silent farewells, as they fade and wither and perish,Soon to be thrown away, as is the heart of the giver.So through the Plymouth woods John Alden went on his errand;Came to an open space, and saw the disk of the ocean,Sailless, somber and cold with the comfortless breath of the east wind;Saw the new-built house, and people at work in a meadow;Heard, as he drew near the door, the m

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