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1. oldal
... death . A fresh torrent of rain impelled me to seek shelter under a tree , where having seated myself on a fragment of rock , I mused long and sadly over the broken hopes and futile strivings of my past life . Before me lay the desolate ...
... death . A fresh torrent of rain impelled me to seek shelter under a tree , where having seated myself on a fragment of rock , I mused long and sadly over the broken hopes and futile strivings of my past life . Before me lay the desolate ...
5. oldal
... death . sore hour of trial awaits us- -my A daughter has prophesied it will hap- pen - I tremble under the weight of this anticipated apprehension . " When the count had concluded , he was moved almost to tears . I felt myself in an ...
... death . sore hour of trial awaits us- -my A daughter has prophesied it will hap- pen - I tremble under the weight of this anticipated apprehension . " When the count had concluded , he was moved almost to tears . I felt myself in an ...
7. oldal
... death of the lady had been caused by supernatural influences . The Graf had ordered the remains to be interred by his own people , and this caused such a sensation that it was actually in con- templation that the whole family should be ...
... death of the lady had been caused by supernatural influences . The Graf had ordered the remains to be interred by his own people , and this caused such a sensation that it was actually in con- templation that the whole family should be ...
18. oldal
... death . And when I thought of her approaching mar- riage with the prince , and the weak nature of the count her father , then my manly pride and independence struggled within me ; and I deter- mined to depart . I swore I would fly . I ...
... death . And when I thought of her approaching mar- riage with the prince , and the weak nature of the count her father , then my manly pride and independence struggled within me ; and I deter- mined to depart . I swore I would fly . I ...
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... death . I have no more to say to you . But to you , my father , I must make it known , that I love him whom you call a painter . He is hated by you , because his rank in life is inferior to yours . He must depart . My earthly ties with ...
... death . I have no more to say to you . But to you , my father , I must make it known , that I love him whom you call a painter . He is hated by you , because his rank in life is inferior to yours . He must depart . My earthly ties with ...
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216. oldal - With his white hair unbonneted, the stout old sheriff comes ; Behind him march the halberdiers ; before him sound the drums ; His yeomen, round the market-cross, make clear an ample space, For there behoves him to set up the standard of Her Grace.
35. oldal - The cemetery is an open space among the ruins, covered in winter with violets and daisies. It might make one in love with death, to think that one should be buried in so sweet a place.
217. oldal - And in the nights of winter, When the cold north winds blow, And the long howling of the wolves Is heard amidst the snow ; When round the lonely cottage Roars loud the tempest's din, And the good logs of Algidus Roar louder yet within...
315. oldal - And Aaron shall lay both his hands upon the head of the live goat, and confess over him all the iniquities of the children of Israel, and all their transgressions in all their sins, putting them upon the head of the goat, and shall send him away by the hand of a fit man into the wilderness: And the goat shall bear upon him all their iniquities unto a land not inhabited: and he shall let go the goat in the wilderness.
568. oldal - And it came to pass, as soon as he came nigh unto the camp, that he saw the calf, and the dancing : and Moses' anger waxed hot, and he cast the tables out of his hands, and brake them beneath the mount.
69. oldal - If deed of honour did thee ever please, Guard them, and him within protect from harms. He can requite thee, for he knows the charms That call fame on such gentle acts as these, And he can spread thy name o'er lands and seas, Whatever clime the sun's bright circle warms. Lift not thy spear against the Muses...
219. oldal - He is coming ! he is coming !" Like a bridegroom from his room, Came the hero from his prison To the scaffold and the doom. There was glory on his forehead, There was lustre in his eye, And he never walked to battle More proudly than to die...
216. oldal - Look how the Lion of the sea lifts up his ancient crown, And underneath his deadly paw treads the gay lilies down.
217. oldal - ... oldest cask is opened, And the largest lamp is lit; When the chestnuts glow in the embers, And the kid turns on the spit; When young and old in circle Around the firebrands close; When the girls are weaving baskets, And the lads are shaping bows ; LXX.
218. oldal - But when he came, though pale and wan, He looked so great and high, So noble was his manly front, So calm his steadfast eye ; — The rabble rout forbore to shout, And each man held his breath, For well they knew the hero's soul Was face to face with death.