English Verse, 3. kötetWilliam James Linton, Richard Henry Stoddard Charles Scribner's Sons, 1883 |
Részletek a könyvből
1 - 5 találat összesen 37 találatból.
6. oldal
... mother , - And wae and weary may she be ! " O a heavier weird shall light her on , Than ever fell on vile woman : Her hair shall grow rough , and her teeth grow lang , And on her four feet shall she gang . " None shall take pity her ...
... mother , - And wae and weary may she be ! " O a heavier weird shall light her on , Than ever fell on vile woman : Her hair shall grow rough , and her teeth grow lang , And on her four feet shall she gang . " None shall take pity her ...
19. oldal
... mother was a Western woman , And learned in gramarye ; And when I learned at the school Something she taught it me . " There groweth an herb within this field , And , if it were but known , His colour which is white and red It will make ...
... mother was a Western woman , And learned in gramarye ; And when I learned at the school Something she taught it me . " There groweth an herb within this field , And , if it were but known , His colour which is white and red It will make ...
51. oldal
... mother - naked man ; Cast your green mantle over me ! I'll be mysel ' again . " Gloomy , gloomy , was the night , And eerie was the way , As fair Janet in her green mantle , To Miles Cross she did gae . There's holy water in her hand ...
... mother - naked man ; Cast your green mantle over me ! I'll be mysel ' again . " Gloomy , gloomy , was the night , And eerie was the way , As fair Janet in her green mantle , To Miles Cross she did gae . There's holy water in her hand ...
52. oldal
... mother - naked man ; She cast her mantle over him , And sae her true Love wan . Up then spake the Queen o ' Fairies , Out of a bush o ' broom : " She that has borrow'd young Tamlane Has gotten a stately groom ! " Up then spake the Queen ...
... mother - naked man ; She cast her mantle over him , And sae her true Love wan . Up then spake the Queen o ' Fairies , Out of a bush o ' broom : " She that has borrow'd young Tamlane Has gotten a stately groom ! " Up then spake the Queen ...
57. oldal
... mothers born Had ye never so mickle need . " The doughty Douglas on a steed He rode at his men beforne ; His armour glitter'd as did a glede : A bolder baron never was born . " Tell me what men ye are , " he CHEVY CHACE . 57.
... mothers born Had ye never so mickle need . " The doughty Douglas on a steed He rode at his men beforne ; His armour glitter'd as did a glede : A bolder baron never was born . " Tell me what men ye are , " he CHEVY CHACE . 57.
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Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
ancient Mariner anon auld ballad bluidy bonny bower bright call'd child Child Maurice Clerk Saunders Cusha dead dear death door Edom eyes fair lady fast fear frae gane Glasgerion Glenkindie gold green gude HAMADRYAD hame hand hath head hear heard heart Heir of Linne Hell and Heaven Judas Iscariot King King Estmere Kinmont knee lady land light Little brother Little John look'd Lord loud maid mair mankind I love Mary Mother merry moon ne'er never night Nut-brown Maid o'er old Brown Osawatomie Brown owre pass'd Percy Percy Folio Porphyro pray quoth Rhaicos ride Robin Hood SACK OF BALTIMORE sail seem'd ship Sir Aldingar Sister Helen slain soul of Judas spake stanzas steed stood sweet sword ta'en tell thee thou took tree turn'd unto weel wife Willie wind winna wood
Népszerű szakaszok
183. oldal - Nor any drop to drink. The very deep did rot: O Christ! That ever this should be! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea. About, about, in reel and rout The death-fires danced at night; The water, like a witch's oils, Burnt green, and blue, and white.
187. oldal - I closed my lids, and kept them close, And the balls like pulses beat; For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky Lay like a load on my weary eye. And the dead were at my feet.
190. oldal - It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
192. oldal - Is it he?' quoth one, 'Is this the man? By him who died on cross, With his cruel bow he laid full low The harmless Albatross. • The spirit who bideth by himself In the land of mist and snow, He loved the bird that loved the man Who shot him with his bow.
239. oldal - If the British march By land or sea from the town to-night, Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch Of the North Church tower as a signal light, — One, if by land, and two, if by sea ; And I on the opposite shore will be, Ready to ride and spread the alarm Through every Middlesex village and farm, For the country folk to be up and to arm.
237. oldal - And his low head and crest, just one sharp ear bent back For my voice, and the other pricked out on his track; And one eye's black intelligence, — ever that glance O'er its white edge at me, his own master, askance! And the thick heavy spume-flakes which aye and anon His fierce lips shook upwards in galloping on. By Hasselt, Dirck groaned; and cried Joris "Stay spur! Your Roos galloped bravely, the fault's not in her, We'll remember at Aix...
240. oldal - ... with a heavy stride On the opposite shore walked Paul Revere. Now he patted his horse's side, Now gazed at the landscape far and near, Then, impetuous, stamped the earth, And turned and tightened his saddle-girth; But mostly he watched with eager search The belfry-tower of the Old North Church, As it rose above the graves on the hill, Lonely and spectral and sombre and still. And lo! as he looks, on the belfry's height A glimmer, and then a gleam of light! He springs to the saddle, the bridle...
238. oldal - Neath our feet broke the brittle bright stubble like chaff; Till over by Dalhem a dome-spire sprang white, And "Gallop," gasped Joris, "for Aix is in sight! "How they'll greet us!" — and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets
194. oldal - On every corse there stood. This seraph-band, each waved his hand: It was a heavenly sight! They stood as signals to the land, Each one a lovely light; 441 This seraph-band, each waved his hand, No voice did they impart — No voice; but oh!
182. oldal - And I had done a hellish thing. And it would work 'em woe: For all averred. I had killed the bird That made the breeze to blow.