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xxxvii. oldal
... da as one who , if the grave Had oped beneath her , would have thrown herself . Even like a lover , in the arms of Death . Byron , The Siege of Corinth . III Der Dichter fährt fort : Pelayo stood confused : he XXXVII.
... da as one who , if the grave Had oped beneath her , would have thrown herself . Even like a lover , in the arms of Death . Byron , The Siege of Corinth . III Der Dichter fährt fort : Pelayo stood confused : he XXXVII.
xlvi. oldal
... beneath its weight . B. Stabreimende Bindungen solcher Worte , welche in begrifflichem oder grammatischem Verhältnis zu einander stehen . a ) Bindung concreter Begriffe , welche innerhalb der- selben Lebensgebiete neben einander ...
... beneath its weight . B. Stabreimende Bindungen solcher Worte , welche in begrifflichem oder grammatischem Verhältnis zu einander stehen . a ) Bindung concreter Begriffe , welche innerhalb der- selben Lebensgebiete neben einander ...
7. oldal
... beneath the resting head , Fresh we woke upon the morrow : All our thoughts and words had scope , We had health , and we had hope , Toil and travel , but no sorrow . We were of all tongues and creeds ; Some were those who counted beads ...
... beneath the resting head , Fresh we woke upon the morrow : All our thoughts and words had scope , We had health , and we had hope , Toil and travel , but no sorrow . We were of all tongues and creeds ; Some were those who counted beads ...
9. oldal
... beneath her feet . But could the blood before her shed Since first Timoleon's brother bled , Or baffled Persia's despot fled , Arise from out the earth which drank The stream of slaughter as it sank , That sanguine ocean would o'erflow ...
... beneath her feet . But could the blood before her shed Since first Timoleon's brother bled , Or baffled Persia's despot fled , Arise from out the earth which drank The stream of slaughter as it sank , That sanguine ocean would o'erflow ...
10. oldal
... Beneath each bearded pasha's glance ; And far and wide as eye can reach 35 The turban'd cohorts throng the beach ; And there the Arab's camel kneels , And there his steed the Tartar wheels : The Turcoman hath left his herd , 1 The sabre ...
... Beneath each bearded pasha's glance ; And far and wide as eye can reach 35 The turban'd cohorts throng the beach ; And there the Arab's camel kneels , And there his steed the Tartar wheels : The Turcoman hath left his herd , 1 The sabre ...
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224. oldal - And I beheld when he had opened the sixth seal, and, lo, there was a great earthquake; and the sun became black as sackcloth of hair, and the moon became as blood...
251. oldal - The principal object, then, proposed in these poems was to choose incidents and situations from common life, and to relate or describe them, throughout, as far as was possible in a selection of language really used by men...
128. oldal - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While throng'd the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips — »The foe! They come! they come!« And wild and high the 'Cameron's gathering...
104. oldal - There is not wind enough in the air To move away the ringlet curl From the lovely lady's cheek— There is not 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.
106. oldal - But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining — They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs which had been rent asunder ; A dreary sea now flows between, But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.
433. oldal - Oh ! that the Desert were my dwelling-place, With one fair Spirit for my minister, That I might all forget the human race, And, hating no one, love but only her ! Ye Elements!
433. oldal - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, •To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean— roll!
72. oldal - t is to be forgiven, That in our aspirations to be great, Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state, And claim a kindred with you ; for ye are A beauty and a mystery, and create In us such love and reverence from afar, That fortune, fame, power, life, have named themselves a star.
276. oldal - Chillon! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar — for 'twas trod, Until his very steps have left a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard ! — May none those marks efface ! For they appeal from tyranny to God.
434. oldal - The stars are forth, the moon above the tops Of the snow-shining mountains. — Beautiful! I linger yet with Nature, for the night Hath been to me a more familiar face Than that of man ; and in her starry shade Of dim and solitary loveliness, I learn'd the language of another world.