Little Classics, 13-14. kötetRossiter Johnson Houghton, Mifflin and Company, 1875 |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 15 találatból.
15. oldal
... fall ? Obscure it sinks , nor shall it more impart An hour's importance to the poor man's heart . Thither no more the peasant shall repair To sweet oblivion of his daily care ; No more the farmer's news , the barber's tale , No more the ...
... fall ? Obscure it sinks , nor shall it more impart An hour's importance to the poor man's heart . Thither no more the peasant shall repair To sweet oblivion of his daily care ; No more the farmer's news , the barber's tale , No more the ...
16. oldal
... fall . As some fair female unadorned and plain , Secure to please while youth confirms her reign , Slights every borrowed charm that dress supplies , Nor shares with art the triumph of her eyes ; But when those charms are past , for ...
... fall . As some fair female unadorned and plain , Secure to please while youth confirms her reign , Slights every borrowed charm that dress supplies , Nor shares with art the triumph of her eyes ; But when those charms are past , for ...
65. oldal
... fall , As winds that moan at night forlorn Along the isles of Fion - Gall , When , for O'Connor's child to mourn , The harper told , how lone , how far From any mansion's twinkling star , From any path of social men , Or voice , but ...
... fall , As winds that moan at night forlorn Along the isles of Fion - Gall , When , for O'Connor's child to mourn , The harper told , how lone , how far From any mansion's twinkling star , From any path of social men , Or voice , but ...
73. oldal
... your hearth shall grow ; Dead , as the green oblivious flood That mantles by your walls , shall be The glory of O'Connor's blood ! Away ! away to Athunree ! 571 nwoud when the sun shall fall , XV . " A bolt that overhung our dome ,. 73.
... your hearth shall grow ; Dead , as the green oblivious flood That mantles by your walls , shall be The glory of O'Connor's blood ! Away ! away to Athunree ! 571 nwoud when the sun shall fall , XV . " A bolt that overhung our dome ,. 73.
74. oldal
... fall . I found the helmet of my chief , His bow still hanging on our wall , And took it down , and vowed to rove This desert place a huntress bold ; Nor would I change my buried love For any heart of living mould . No ! for I am a ...
... fall . I found the helmet of my chief , His bow still hanging on our wall , And took it down , and vowed to rove This desert place a huntress bold ; Nor would I change my buried love For any heart of living mould . No ! for I am a ...
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Agnes Beadsman beneath Bingen bird blest blood bowers breast breath bright brow cloud Clusium cold Connocht Moran's corse curse dark dead dear deep door dream dungeon earth EUGENE ARAM EVE OF ST Excalibur eyes fair fear fell fierce fled flew flowers frae gaze gray green grew hand hath heard heart heaven HORATIUS hung Kilmeny King King Arthur knew lady land Lars Porsena light lily lonely looked loud Madeline moon morn mortal never Nevermore night o'er odor pale Peri Porphyro Porsena pray Quoth Rhine rose round sails seen Sensitive Plant shadow shipwrecked coast shone sigh silent Sir Bedivere SKELETON IN ARMOR sleep smile soft soul sound spake spirit star stood sweet TAM O'SHANTER tears tell thee thine thing THOMAS HOOD thou thought trembling voice wall Wedding-Guest weep whisper wild wind wings
Népszerű szakaszok
29. oldal - Are those her ribs through which the Sun Did peer, as through a grate? And is that Woman all her crew? Is that a DEATH? and are there two? Is DEATH that woman's mate?
198. oldal - The old order changeth, yielding place to new, And God fulfils himself in many ways, Lest one good custom should corrupt the world.
28. oldal - There passed a weary time. Each throat Was parched, and glazed each eye. A weary time! A weary time! How glazed each weary eye, When looking westward, I beheld A something in the sky. At first it seemed a little speck, And then it seemed a mist; It moved and moved, and took at last A certain shape, I wist.
45. oldal - I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me: To him my tale I teach.
150. oldal - thing of evil! — prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us — by that God we both adore — Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore — Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.
11. oldal - The sober herd that lowed to meet their young; The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school; The watchdog's voice that bayed the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind; These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And filled each pause the nightingale had made.
36. oldal - twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute; And now it is an angel's song That makes the heavens be mute. " 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.
146. oldal - And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me— filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating, "* Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door, Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door: This it is and nothing more.
145. oldal - Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and. curious volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " "Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more.
10. oldal - To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose...