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vi. oldal
... SWALLOW , SWALLOW , FLYING , FLYING SOUTH ' THY VOICE IS HEARD THROUGH ROLLING DRUMS ' " 89 . 92 C HOME THEY BROUGHT HER WARRIOR DEAD ' 93 > • 6 OUR ENEMIES HAVE FALL'N , HAVE FALL'N ' ' ASK ME NO MORE 6 NOW SLEEPS THE CRIMSON PETAL ...
... SWALLOW , SWALLOW , FLYING , FLYING SOUTH ' THY VOICE IS HEARD THROUGH ROLLING DRUMS ' " 89 . 92 C HOME THEY BROUGHT HER WARRIOR DEAD ' 93 > • 6 OUR ENEMIES HAVE FALL'N , HAVE FALL'N ' ' ASK ME NO MORE 6 NOW SLEEPS THE CRIMSON PETAL ...
75. oldal
... rise To glass herself in dewy eyes That watch me from the glen below . Ah , bear me with thee , smoothly borne ,. ' MOVE EASTWARD , HAPPY EARTH . ' . ' O SWALLOW , SWALLOW , FLYING , FLYING SOUTH. 'MOVE EASTWARD, HAPPY EARTH.
... rise To glass herself in dewy eyes That watch me from the glen below . Ah , bear me with thee , smoothly borne ,. ' MOVE EASTWARD , HAPPY EARTH . ' . ' O SWALLOW , SWALLOW , FLYING , FLYING SOUTH. 'MOVE EASTWARD, HAPPY EARTH.
79. oldal
... And he sat him down in a lonely place , And chanted a melody loud and sweet , That made the wild - swan pause in her cloud , And the lark drop down at his feet . The swallow stopt as he hunted the bee , The. THE POET'S SONG.
... And he sat him down in a lonely place , And chanted a melody loud and sweet , That made the wild - swan pause in her cloud , And the lark drop down at his feet . The swallow stopt as he hunted the bee , The. THE POET'S SONG.
80. oldal
Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) The swallow stopt as he hunted the bee , The snake slipt under a spray , The wild hawk stood with the down on his beak , And stared , with his foot on the prey , And the nightingale thought , ' I have sung ...
Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) The swallow stopt as he hunted the bee , The snake slipt under a spray , The wild hawk stood with the down on his beak , And stared , with his foot on the prey , And the nightingale thought , ' I have sung ...
88. oldal
... And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd On lips that are for others ; deep as love , Deep as first love , and wild with all regret ; O Death in Life , the days that are no more . SWALLOW , Swallow , flying , flying South , Fly 88.
... And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd On lips that are for others ; deep as love , Deep as first love , and wild with all regret ; O Death in Life , the days that are no more . SWALLOW , Swallow , flying , flying South , Fly 88.
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Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
ALFRED TENNYSON aweary ay-the winds beggar maid Blow break bride Bridegroom bugle cloth Cophetua dark dark the night dead death Department of HENRY dreary dying Earl was fair Edition Edward Gray Ellen Adair enemies have fall'n eyes Fall battleaxe flash brand folds thy grave golden green that folds happy happy day heard heart of Edward heaven join the brimming KEGAN PAUL King reign kiss kiss'd Lady Clara Vere late Let me fly Let the King Let them rave little birdie love hath smiled LUCRETIUS lute Maud Milking the cow moon mother night o'er Oriana Paternoster Square Poems Publishing Department Queen Ring rivulet Roll rose shining sleep SONG star stept Swallow SWEET AND LOW Sweet Emma Moreland sweeter tears thine thou thro turret and tree valley Vere de Vere voice Walter Crane whither wild wild bells ye cannot enter yonder
Népszerű szakaszok
75. oldal - And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying. •TEARS, IDLE TEARS, I KNOW NOT WHAT THEY MEAN.' ItEARS, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more.
ii. oldal - He cometh not,' she said ; She said, ' I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead...
71. oldal - Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me ; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps.
93. oldal - RING out wild bells to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night ; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow : The year is going, let him go ; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
115. oldal - And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever...
73. oldal - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story : The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
65. oldal - But, O, for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still!
120. oldal - Then they rode back, but not, Not the six hundred. Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon behind them...
49. oldal - AND on her lover's arm she leant, And round her waist she felt it fold, And far across the hills they went In that new world which is the old...
24. oldal - Lady Clara Vere de Vere, Some meeker pupil you must find, For were you queen of all that is, I could not stoop to such a mind. You sought to prove how I could love, And my disdain is my reply. The lion on your old stone gates Is not more cold to you than I.