The poetical works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, with explanatory notesG. Richards, 1903 |
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105. oldal
... PADRE CURA OF GUAD- ARRAMA . PEDRO CRESPO PANCHO FRANCISCO CHISPA BALTASAR PRECIOSA ANGELICA MARTINA DOLORES Count of the Gipsies . A young Gipsy . Alcalde . Alguacil . Lara's Servant . Victorian's Servant . Innkeeper . A Gipsy Girl . A ...
... PADRE CURA OF GUAD- ARRAMA . PEDRO CRESPO PANCHO FRANCISCO CHISPA BALTASAR PRECIOSA ANGELICA MARTINA DOLORES Count of the Gipsies . A young Gipsy . Alcalde . Alguacil . Lara's Servant . Victorian's Servant . Innkeeper . A Gipsy Girl . A ...
118. oldal
... Padre Francisco ! Padre Francisco ! What do you want of Padre Francisco ? Here is a pretty young maiden Who wants to confess her sins . Open the door and let her come in , I will shrive her from every sin . [ Enter VICTORIAN . ] Vict ...
... Padre Francisco ! Padre Francisco ! What do you want of Padre Francisco ? Here is a pretty young maiden Who wants to confess her sins . Open the door and let her come in , I will shrive her from every sin . [ Enter VICTORIAN . ] Vict ...
152. oldal
... PADRE CURA at the door of his cottage . ] Padre Cura , Good day ! and , pray you , hear this edict read . Padre . Good day , and God be with you . Pray , what is it ? Cres . An act of banishment against the Gipsies ! [ Agitation and ...
... PADRE CURA at the door of his cottage . ] Padre Cura , Good day ! and , pray you , hear this edict read . Padre . Good day , and God be with you . Pray , what is it ? Cres . An act of banishment against the Gipsies ! [ Agitation and ...
153. oldal
... Padre . A righteous law ! A very righteous law ! Pray you , sit down . Cres . I thank you heartily . [ They seat themselves on a bench at the PADRE CURA's door . Sound of guitars heard at a distance , approaching during the dialogue ...
... Padre . A righteous law ! A very righteous law ! Pray you , sit down . Cres . I thank you heartily . [ They seat themselves on a bench at the PADRE CURA's door . Sound of guitars heard at a distance , approaching during the dialogue ...
154. oldal
... Padre . Yes , Guadarrama , and good evening to you . Hyp . We seek the Padre Cura of the village ; And , judging from your dress and reverend mien , You must be he . Padre . I am . Pray , what's your pleasure ? Hyp . We are poor ...
... Padre . Yes , Guadarrama , and good evening to you . Hyp . We seek the Padre Cura of the village ; And , judging from your dress and reverend mien , You must be he . Padre . I am . Pray , what's your pleasure ? Hyp . We are poor ...
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Abbot Acadian Albrecht Dürer angel Balt beautiful behold BELFRY OF BRUGES bell beneath breath bright Bruges Carlos Charles the Bald child Chis Christ clouds Countess of Flanders CRUZADO dark dead death deep Don Carlos dream earth Elsie Evangeline evermore eyes face fear flowers forest Friar Cuthbert Gipsy gleam gold golden Gottlieb Grand-Pré Guy de Dampierre hand hear heard heart heaven Hoheneck holy Hypolito labour land Lara light lips look loud Lucifer maiden meadows midnight Minnesinger monk moon morning mystery night o'er ocean Padre passed Pray prayer Preciosa priest Prince Henry rain rise river roar sail Saint sang seemed shadows shining ships silent singing sleep song sorrow soul sound spake stand star stood sweet thee Thou art thou hast thought unto Ursula Vict village voice walls wandered wave weary wild wind window words yonder youth
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268. oldal - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead ; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted...
33. oldal - Last night the moon had a golden ring, And to-night no moon we see! " The skipper, he blew a whiff from his pipe, And a scornful laugh laughed he.
269. oldal - Nothing useless is, or low ; Each thing in its place is best ; And what seems but idle show, Strengthens and supports the rest.
96. oldal - I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me That my soul cannot resist: A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
177. oldal - Sprinkled with holy sounds the air, as the priest with his hyssop Sprinkles the congregation, and scatters blessings upon them, Down the long street she passed, with her chaplet of beads and her missal, Wearing her Norman cap, and her kirtle of blue, and the ear-rings, Brought in the olden time from France, and since, as an heirloom, Handed down from mother to child, through long generations. But a celestial brightness — a more ethereal beauty — Shone on her face and encircled her form, when,...
15. oldal - TELL me not, in mournful numbers, "Life is but an empty dream ! " For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real ! Life is earnest ! And the grave is not its goal ; " Dust thou art, to dust returnest,'
18. oldal - saith he ; " Have nought but the bearded grain ? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again." He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves. " My Lord has need of these flowerets gay...
30. oldal - Once as I told in glee Tales of the stormy sea, Soft eyes did gaze on me, Burning yet tender ; And as the white stars shine On the dark Norway pine, On that dark heart of mine Fell their soft splendor.
28. oldal - SPEAK! speak! thou fearful guest! Who, with thy hollow breast Still in rude armor drest, Comest to daunt me ! Wrapt not in Eastern balms, But with thy fleshless palms Stretched, as if asking alms, Why dost thou haunt me ? " Then, from those cavernous eyes Pale flashes seemed to rise, As when the Northern skies Gleam in December ; And, like the water's flow Under December's snow, Came a dull voice of woe From the heart's chamber. " I was a Viking old ! My deeds, though manifold, No...
18. oldal - And with them the Being Beauteous, Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. And she sits and gazes at me With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies...