English Verse, 3. kötetWilliam James Linton, Richard Henry Stoddard Charles Scribner's Sons, 1883 |
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12. oldal
... side was left but three . But all were slain that durst abide , But some away that did flee . King Arthur upon his own party Himself alive could be , And Lukin the Duke of Gloster , And Bedever his butler certainly : The King look'd ...
... side was left but three . But all were slain that durst abide , But some away that did flee . King Arthur upon his own party Himself alive could be , And Lukin the Duke of Gloster , And Bedever his butler certainly : The King look'd ...
13. oldal
... Presently upon that tree . But or ere the King return'd again , His butler was dead certainly . Then bespake him noble King Arthur , - These were the words said he : Says " Take my sword Escalberd From my side , KING ARTHUR'S DEATH . 13.
... Presently upon that tree . But or ere the King return'd again , His butler was dead certainly . Then bespake him noble King Arthur , - These were the words said he : Says " Take my sword Escalberd From my side , KING ARTHUR'S DEATH . 13.
14. oldal
... side , fair and free , And throw it into this river here ! For all the use of weapons I'll deliver up . Here , underneath this tree . " The Duke to the river side he went , And his [ own ] sword in threw he ; And then he kept Escalberd ...
... side , fair and free , And throw it into this river here ! For all the use of weapons I'll deliver up . Here , underneath this tree . " The Duke to the river side he went , And his [ own ] sword in threw he ; And then he kept Escalberd ...
31. oldal
... side . " O whence came ye ? young man ! " she said , - " To put me into fear . My door was bolted right secure : What way hae ye come here ? " " O haud your tongue , ye lady fair ! Let a ' your folly be ! Mind ye not on your turtle ...
... side . " O whence came ye ? young man ! " she said , - " To put me into fear . My door was bolted right secure : What way hae ye come here ? " " O haud your tongue , ye lady fair ! Let a ' your folly be ! Mind ye not on your turtle ...
37. oldal
... side , There he met with a little child : He seemed no more , in a man's likeness , Than a child of four years old . He ask'd the Queen's messenger how far he rode ; Loath he was him to tell ( The Little One was offended at him ) ; SIR ...
... side , There he met with a little child : He seemed no more , in a man's likeness , Than a child of four years old . He ask'd the Queen's messenger how far he rode ; Loath he was him to tell ( The Little One was offended at him ) ; SIR ...
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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.