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" 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... "
The poetical works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, with explanatory notes - 28. oldal
szerző: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1903
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Blackwood's Magazine, 207. kötet

1920 - 1206 oldal
...with amazed curiosity to know what the being would say. " Then, from those cavernous eyes, Pale fires seemed to rise As when the Northern skies Gleam in December ; And, like the water's ilow Under December's snow, Came a dull voice of woe From the heart's chamber." And now, with a deep...

The United States Magazine and Democratic Review, 10. kötet

1842 - 650 oldal
...! thou fearful guest ! Who, with thy hollow breast Slill in rude armor drest, Comest to daunt rne! Wrapt not in Eastern balms, But with thy fleshless...Stretched, as if asking alms, Why dost thou haunt rne ?" Then, from those cavernous eyes Pale flashes seemed to rise, As when the Northern skies Gleatn...

American Monthly Knickerbocker, 17. kötet

Charles Fenno Hoffman, Lewis Gaylord Clark, Timothy Flint, Kinahan Cornwallis, John Holmes Agnew - 1841 - 564 oldal
...•ltd • tow, mournful voice iaauei from bl* Then, from (hose cavernous eyes Pale flashes seem'd to rise. As when the Northern skies Gleam in December;...water's flow Under December's snow, Came a dull voice of wo From the heart's chamber. The Skeleton ipeaka; be had bru, л Northern Vikine.nr hiate; bul no long...

The Great Western Magazine and Anglo-American Journal of ..., 1. kötet

1842 - 498 oldal
...fearful guest Who, with thy hollow breast Still in rude armour drest, Comest to daunt me ! Wrapt not iu Eastern balms, But with thy fleshless palms Stretched,...Came a dull voice of woe From the heart's chamber. This is a noble use made of the skeleton, to put such poetic life in him. He was a " Viking old !"...

The United States Democratic Review, 10. kötet

1842 - 620 oldal
...Speak ! speak ! thou fearful guest ! Who, with thy hollow breast Slill ia rude armor drest, Comest to daunt me ! Wrapt not in Eastern balms, But with...thou haunt me?" Then, from those cavernous eyes Pale Hashes seemed to rise, As when the Northern skies Gleam in December ! And, like the water's flow Under...

The Poets and Poetry of America: With an Historical Introduction

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1842 - 638 oldal
...asking alma, Why dost thou haunt me 1" Then, from those cavernous eyes Pale flashes seem'd to rise, Aa when the northern skies Gleam in December! And, like...water's flow Under December's snow, Came a dull voice of wo From the heart's chamber: "Far in the northern land, By the wild Baltic's strand, 1, with my childish...

The Poets and Poetry of America

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1843 - 558 oldal
...dress'd, Comcst to daunt me ! Wrapp'd not in Eastern balms, But with thy fleshiess palms Stretch'd as if Asking alms, Why dost thou haunt me?" Then, from those cavernous eyes Pale flashes seemM to rise, Aa when the northern skies Gleam in December! And, like the water's flow Under Decemher's...

My Uncle Hobson and I: Or, Slashes at Life with a Free Broad-axe

Pascal Jones - 1845 - 298 oldal
...stolen my pocketbook with more than two hundred dollars in it. Search the villain while 1 hold him ! " Then from those cavernous eyes Pale flashes seemed...rise, As when the northern skies Gleam in December ! "Man, you are mad!" said he, "to charge such a crime on an old man like me. Search me and see, for...

Poems

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1850 - 462 oldal
...SPEAK ! speak ! thou fearful guest ! Who, with thy hollow breast Still in rude armour clrcst, Comest to daunt me ! Wrapt not in Eastern balms, But with...flashes seemed to rise, As when the Northern skies i Gleam in December ; And, like the water's flow Under December's snow, Came a dull voice of wo From...

The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1851 - 596 oldal
...SPEAK ! speak ! thou fearful guest ! Who, with thy hollow breast Still in rude armour drest, Comest to daunt me ! Wrapt not in eastern balms, But with...flow Under December's snow, Came a dull voice of woe " I was a Viking old ! My deeds, though manifold, No Skald in song has told, No Saga taught thee !...




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