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11310. oldal
... head at the moment when she is just getting up from the floor . It knocks her down anew , and the children are sprin- kled with the flying spirits . The wretched woman , sorely hurt , laments and groans ; the frightened children weep ...
... head at the moment when she is just getting up from the floor . It knocks her down anew , and the children are sprin- kled with the flying spirits . The wretched woman , sorely hurt , laments and groans ; the frightened children weep ...
11314. oldal
... head with a grandly sweeping bow , and tendering his right hand to him of the new - plowed land . " Me ? ye - up , I'm well , " replied the " Squire , " without sign of a movement to take the proffered hand . " Do you smoke ? " the ...
... head with a grandly sweeping bow , and tendering his right hand to him of the new - plowed land . " Me ? ye - up , I'm well , " replied the " Squire , " without sign of a movement to take the proffered hand . " Do you smoke ? " the ...
11315. oldal
... head , lightly rested a silk hat . One of his thick , hairy hands grasped a gold - headed cane , while in the other , lying along his thigh , he held ceremoniously a pair of kid gloves . The speech of such a man may be divined : it was ...
... head , lightly rested a silk hat . One of his thick , hairy hands grasped a gold - headed cane , while in the other , lying along his thigh , he held ceremoniously a pair of kid gloves . The speech of such a man may be divined : it was ...
11317. oldal
... head , that got hold of me when I came in here . And you kept on growing up and getting prettier every day : heavens , what new rail you kept whipping on nearly every time I saw you ! No offense in looking on at it , was there ? at ...
... head , that got hold of me when I came in here . And you kept on growing up and getting prettier every day : heavens , what new rail you kept whipping on nearly every time I saw you ! No offense in looking on at it , was there ? at ...
11329. oldal
... head shaking more with spite than age , she said that the Princess should have her hand pierced with a spindle and die of the wound . This ter- rible gift made the whole company tremble , and everybody fell a - crying . At this very ...
... head shaking more with spite than age , she said that the Princess should have her hand pierced with a spindle and die of the wound . This ter- rible gift made the whole company tremble , and everybody fell a - crying . At this very ...
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11696. oldal - To Helen Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece, And the grandeur that was Rome.
11692. oldal - IT WAS many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me.
11687. 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.
11690. oldal - How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells From the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells,— From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
11694. oldal - THE skies they were ashen and sober; The leaves they were crisped and sere, The leaves they were withering and sere; It was night in the lonesome October Of my most immemorial year ; It was hard by the dim lake of Auber, In the misty mid region of Weir: It was down by the dank tarn of Auber, In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.
11686. oldal - Thou wast that all to me, love, For which my soul did pine: A green isle in the sea, love, A fountain and a shrine All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers, And all the flowers were mine.
11666. oldal - During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of country; and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher.
11676. oldal - I here started as he spoke), in the gradual yet certain condensation of an atmosphere of their own about the waters and the walls. The result was discoverable, he added, in that silent yet importunate and terrible influence which for centuries had moulded the destinies of his family, and which made him what I now saw him— what he was.
11691. oldal - Hear the loud alarum bells — Brazen bells! What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells! In the startled ear of night How they scream out their affright! Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek, Out of tune, In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire...
11694. oldal - ULALUME THE skies they were ashen and sober; The leaves they were crisped and sere — The leaves they were withering and sere. It was night, in the lonesome October Of my most immemorial year...