An Address to the Literary Members of the UniversityMunday and Slatter, 1816 - 19 oldal |
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... rose and found his lady dead : These words Sir Leoline will say Many a morn to his dying day . And hence the custom and law began , That still at dawn the sacristan , Who duly pulls the heavy bell , Five and forty beads must tell ...
... rose and found his lady dead : These words Sir Leoline will say Many a morn to his dying day . And hence the custom and law began , That still at dawn the sacristan , Who duly pulls the heavy bell , Five and forty beads must tell ...
4. oldal
... rose and set not to the last . Oh ! blest be thine unbroken light ! That watched me as a seraph's eye , And stood between me and the night , For ever shining sweetly nigh . And when the cloud upon us came , Which strove to execute, or ...
... rose and set not to the last . Oh ! blest be thine unbroken light ! That watched me as a seraph's eye , And stood between me and the night , For ever shining sweetly nigh . And when the cloud upon us came , Which strove to execute, or ...
7. oldal
... black and sulphurous fight , The soldier rais'd his seeking eye To catch that crest's ascendency , - And as it onward rolling rose , So moved his heart upon our foes , مجھو " There , where death's brief pang was quickest , 7.
... black and sulphurous fight , The soldier rais'd his seeking eye To catch that crest's ascendency , - And as it onward rolling rose , So moved his heart upon our foes , مجھو " There , where death's brief pang was quickest , 7.
11. oldal
... Rose . With roses ' twine the goblet round , With roses be fair Bacchus crowned ; And whilst we hold the gay carouse , Let wreaths of roses deck our brows . Offspring of the balmy spring , Flow'ret of love , to thee I sing . Thee , the ...
... Rose . With roses ' twine the goblet round , With roses be fair Bacchus crowned ; And whilst we hold the gay carouse , Let wreaths of roses deck our brows . Offspring of the balmy spring , Flow'ret of love , to thee I sing . Thee , the ...
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14. oldal - A little child, a limber elf, Singing, dancing to itself, A fairy thing with red round cheeks That always finds, and never seeks, Makes such a vision to the sight As fills a father's eyes with light...
12. oldal - With music strong and saintly song To wander through the forest bare, Lest aught unholy loiter there.
13. oldal - So deeply had she drunken in That look, those shrunken serpent eyes, That all her features were resigned To this sole image in her mind : And passively did imitate That look of dull and treacherous hate...
6. oldal - Off, woman, off! this hour is mine Though thou her guardian spirit be, Off, woman, off! 'tis given to me.' Then Christabel knelt by the lady's side, And raised to heaven her eyes so blue Alas! said she, this ghastly ride Dear lady! it hath wildered you!
5. oldal - And the lady, whose voice was faint and sweet, Did thus pursue her answer meet:— My sire is of a noble line, And my name is Geraldine...
8. oldal - Large tears that leave the lashes bright ! And oft the while she seems to smile As infants at a sudden light ! Yea, she doth smile, and she doth weep, Like a youthful hermitess, Beauteous in a wilderness, Who, praying always, prays in sleep.
15. oldal - There is not wind enough in the air To move away the ringlet curl From the lovely lady's cheek — There is n^ttt wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.
9. oldal - EACH matin bell, the Baron saith, Knells us back to a world of death. These words Sir Leoline first said, When he rose and found his lady dead: These words Sir Leoline will say, Many a morn to his dying day!
11. oldal - No cause for her distressful cry; But yet for her dear lady's sake I stooped, methought, the dove to take, When lo!
11. oldal - Again she saw that bosom old, Again she felt that bosom cold, And drew in her breath with a hissing sound : Whereat the Knight turned wildly round, And nothing saw, but his own sweet maid With eyes upraised, as one that prayed.