The Lee Readers: First-[fifth] book, 5. könyvAmerican Book Company, 1902 |
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45. oldal
... was no longer Lady Clare ; She went by dale , and she went by down , With a single rose in her hair . The lily - white doe Lord Ronald had brought Leaped up from where she lay , Dropped her head in the maiden's hand , And followed 45.
... was no longer Lady Clare ; She went by dale , and she went by down , With a single rose in her hair . The lily - white doe Lord Ronald had brought Leaped up from where she lay , Dropped her head in the maiden's hand , And followed 45.
71. oldal
... rose and lavender . The pastor came : his snowy locks . Hallowed his brow of thought and care ; Calmly as shepherds lead their flocks , He led into the house of prayer . Then soon he rose ; the prayer was strong ; The psalm was warrior ...
... rose and lavender . The pastor came : his snowy locks . Hallowed his brow of thought and care ; Calmly as shepherds lead their flocks , He led into the house of prayer . Then soon he rose ; the prayer was strong ; The psalm was warrior ...
72. oldal
... Rose , as it seemed , a shoulder higher ; Then swept his kindling glance of fire From startled pew to breathless choir ; When suddenly his mantle wide His hands impatient flung aside , And lo ! he met their wondering eyes Complete in ...
... Rose , as it seemed , a shoulder higher ; Then swept his kindling glance of fire From startled pew to breathless choir ; When suddenly his mantle wide His hands impatient flung aside , And lo ! he met their wondering eyes Complete in ...
86. oldal
... rose and the orchis died amid the summer glow ; But on the hill the golden - rod , and the aster in the wood , And the yellow sunflower by the brook in autumn beauty stood , Till fell the frost from the clear , cold heaven , as falls ...
... rose and the orchis died amid the summer glow ; But on the hill the golden - rod , and the aster in the wood , And the yellow sunflower by the brook in autumn beauty stood , Till fell the frost from the clear , cold heaven , as falls ...
110. oldal
... rose to walk , he found himself stiff in the joints and wanting his usual activity . " These mountain beds do not agree with me , " thought Rip , " and if this frolic should lay me up with a fit of the rheumatism , I shall have a ...
... rose to walk , he found himself stiff in the joints and wanting his usual activity . " These mountain beds do not agree with me , " thought Rip , " and if this frolic should lay me up with a fit of the rheumatism , I shall have a ...
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193. 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.
379. oldal - Far-called, our navies melt away, On dune and headland sinks the fire; Lo all our pomp of yesterday Is one with Nineveh and Tyre. Judge of the nations, spare us yet, Lest we forget, lest we forget.
207. oldal - Thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee, Child of the wandering sea, Cast from her lap, forlorn! From thy dead lips a clearer note is born Than ever Triton blew from wreathed horn!
195. oldal - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven; Ghastly, grim, and ancient Raven, wandering from the nightly shore, Tell me what thy lordly name is on the night's Plutonian shore?" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore...
218. oldal - There, in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view; I knew him well, and every truant knew; Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
96. oldal - And Nature, the old nurse, took The child upon her knee, Saying: "Here is a story-book Thy Father has written for thee." " Come, wander with me," she said, " Into regions yet untrod ; And read what is still unread In the manuscripts of God." And he wandered away and away With Nature, the dear old nurse, Who sang to him night and day The rhymes of the universe. And whenever the way seemed long, Or his heart began to fail, She would sing a more wonderful song, Or tell a more marvellous tale.
120. oldal - Hew down the bridge, Sir Consul, With all the speed ye may; I, with two more to help me, Will hold the foe in play. In yon strait path a thousand May well be stopped by three. Now who will stand on either hand, And keep the bridge with me?" Then out spake Spurius Lartius; A Ramnian proud was he: "Lo, I will stand at thy right hand, And keep the bridge with thee.
198. oldal - Leave my loneliness unbroken ! quit the bust above my door ! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
166. oldal - Behind him lay the gray Azores, Behind, the Gates of Hercules ; Before him not the ghost of shores ; Before him only shoreless seas. The good mate said, " Now must we pray, For lo ! the very stars are gone. Brave Adm'r'l, speak; what shall I say?
367. oldal - Orpheus with his lute made trees. And the mountain-tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing : To his music, plants and flowers Ever sprung ; as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Everything that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art : Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or, hearing, die.