Tales of a Wayside InnHoughton, Mifflin and Company, 1873 - 313 oldal |
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Amurath Angel answered Azrael beard Bell of Atri beneath birds breath Brother Timothy Castine Charlemagne Church cloud cried dark Dead rides Sir death door dream Drontheim Eginhard Elizabeth Haddon eyes face falcon Federigo fire fled gate gazed gleamed guest Hakon hand Hannah the housemaid hath head hear heard heart INTERLUDE John Estaugh Killingworth King Olaf King Robert land Landlord laughed light listen look Lord loud melodies monk morning Morten of Fogelsang night Norway o'er Odin Olaf the King Olaf's Priest Old North Church Olger passed pause Poet Queen rhymes rides Sir Morten ring rose round sails shining ship Sicilian Sicily Sigrid the Haughty Sigurd silent singing smiled snow song sound spake steed stood Svend sweet sword tale Thangbrand thee Thor thou thought told town unto voice wall warlocks Wayside Wayside Inn wind wood words
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26. oldal - And only pausing to fire and load. So through the night rode Paul Revere ; And so through the night went his cry of alarm To every Middlesex village and farm, — A cry of defiance and not of fear, A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door, And a word that shall echo...
24. oldal - A hurry of hoofs in a village street, A shape in the moonlight, a bulk in the dark, And beneath, from the pebbles, in passing, a spark Struck out by a steed flying fearless and fleet. That was all! And yet, through the gloom and the light, The fate of a nation was riding that night; And the spark struck out by that steed, in his flight, Kindled the land into flame with its heat.
266. oldal - Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing, Only a signal shown and a distant voice in the darkness ; So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another, Only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence.
20. oldal - Silently rowed to the Charlestown shore, Just as the moon rose over the bay, Where swinging wide at her moorings lay The Somerset, British man-of-war ; A phantom ship, with each mast and spar Across the moon like a prison bar, And a huge black hulk, that was magnified By its own reflection in the.
48. oldal - Haggard, half naked, without hat or cloak, Who neither turned, nor looked at him, nor spoke, But leaped into the blackness of the night, And vanished like a spectre from his sight. Robert of Sicily, brother of Pope Urbane And Valmond, Emperor of Allemaine...
54. oldal - The Angel smiled, and from his radiant face A holy light illumined all the place, And through the open window, loud and clear, They heard the monks chant in the chapel near, Above the stir and tumult of the street: "He has put down the mighty from their seat, And has exalted them of low degree!
24. oldal - He has left the village and mounted the steep, And beneath him, tranquil and broad and deep, Is the Mystic, meeting the ocean tides; And under the alders that skirt its edge, Now soft on the sand, now loud on the ledge, Is heard the tramp of his steed as he rides.
142. oldal - The Summer came, and all the birds were dead; The days were like hot coals; the very ground Was burned to ashes; in the orchards fed Myriads of caterpillars, and around The cultivated fields and garden beds Hosts of devouring insects crawled, and found No foe to check their march, till they had made The land a desert without leaf or shade.
22. oldal - He springs to the saddle, the bridle he turns, But lingers and gazes, till full on his sight A second lamp in the belfry burns!
140. oldal - As in an idiot's brain remembered words Hang empty 'mid the cobwebs of his dreams ! Will bleat of flocks or bellowing of herds Make up for the lost music, when your teams Drag home the stingy harvest, and no more The feathered gleaners follow to your door ? " What ! would you rather see the incessant stir Of insects in the windrows of the hay, And hear the locust and the grasshopper Their melancholy hurdy-gurdies play ? Is this more pleasant to you than the whir Of meadow-lark, and her sweet roundelay,...