Little Classics, 13-14. kötetRossiter Johnson Houghton, Mifflin and Company, 1875 |
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23. oldal
Rossiter Johnson. 1g eye , The Wedding - Guest sat on a stone : He cannot chuse but hear ; And thus spake on that ancient man , The bright - eyed Mariner . " The ship was cheered , the harbor cleared , Merrily did we drop Below the kirk ...
Rossiter Johnson. 1g eye , The Wedding - Guest sat on a stone : He cannot chuse but hear ; And thus spake on that ancient man , The bright - eyed Mariner . " The ship was cheered , the harbor cleared , Merrily did we drop Below the kirk ...
49. oldal
... stone , And we were three , — - yet , each alone ; We could not move a single pace , We could not see each other's face , But with that pale and livid light That made us strangers in our sight : And thus together , yet apart , Fettered ...
... stone , And we were three , — - yet , each alone ; We could not move a single pace , We could not see each other's face , But with that pale and livid light That made us strangers in our sight : And thus together , yet apart , Fettered ...
55. oldal
... stones I stood a stone , And was , scarce conscious what I wist , As shrubless crags within the mist ; For all was blank , and bleak , and gray ; It was not night , it was not day , - — It was not even the dungeon - light , So hateful ...
... stones I stood a stone , And was , scarce conscious what I wist , As shrubless crags within the mist ; For all was blank , and bleak , and gray ; It was not night , it was not day , - — It was not even the dungeon - light , So hateful ...
68. oldal
... stone Bare witness that he was my own . VI . " O'Connor's child , I was the bud Of Erin's royal tree of glory ; But woe to them that wrapt in blood The tissue of my story ! Still , as I clasp my burning brain , A death - scene rushes on ...
... stone Bare witness that he was my own . VI . " O'Connor's child , I was the bud Of Erin's royal tree of glory ; But woe to them that wrapt in blood The tissue of my story ! Still , as I clasp my burning brain , A death - scene rushes on ...
90. oldal
... stone , One hurried gash with a hasty knife , And then the deed was done : There was nothing lying at my feet But lifeless flesh and bone ! " Nothing but lifeless flesh and bone , That could not do me ill ; And yet I feared him all the ...
... stone , One hurried gash with a hasty knife , And then the deed was done : There was nothing lying at my feet But lifeless flesh and bone ! " Nothing but lifeless flesh and bone , That could not do me ill ; And yet I feared him all the ...
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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
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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...