 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...  The Home Book of Verse, American and English, 1580-1918 - Сторінка 24181918 - 4009 стор.Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
 | 1912 - 350 стор.
...lingers and gazes, till full on his sight A second lamp in the belfry burns ! A hurry of hoofs in the village street, A shape in the moonlight, a bulk in...the spark struck out by that steed, in his flight, Kindled the land into flame with its heat. So through the night rode Paul Revere ; And so through the... | |
 | 1911 - 592 стор.
...good news from Ghent to Aix,' or even Longfellow's national ballad of 'Paul Bevere's •Bide't— ' A hurry of hoofs in a village street, A shape in the...the light The fate of a nation was riding that night ' — can be justly quoted on the other side. Yet from the time when Heine, whose balladist genius... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1863 - 260 стор.
...paused to listen and look down A moment on the roofs of the town, And the moonlight flowing over all. Beneath, in the churchyard, lay the dead, In their...the spark struck out by that steed, in his flight, Kindled the land into flame with its heat. He has left the village and mounted the steep, And beneath... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1864 - 232 стор.
...went Creeping along from tent to tent, And seeming to whisper, " All is well ! " A moment only lie feels the spell Of the place and the hour, and the...light, The fate of a nation was riding that night ;j And the spark struck out by that steed, in his He has left the village and mounted the steep, And... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1864 - 712 стор.
...the bridle he turns, But lingers and gazes, till full on his sight A second Limp in the belfry bumsl A hurry of hoofs in a village street, A shape in the...the spark struck out by that steed, in his flight, Kindled the land into flame with its heat. He has left the village and mounted the steep, And beneath... | |
 | 1864 - 568 стор.
...a bridge of boats. Then the watchman hangs the signal-lights in the belfry, and there comes A hnrry of hoofs in a village street, A shape in the moonlight,...The fate of a nation was riding that night; And the sparks struck out by that steed, in his flight, Kindled the land into flame with its heat. Paul Revere... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1865 - 388 стор.
...And turned and tightened his saddlegirth ; But mostly he watched with eager search The belfry tower of the Old North Church, As it rose above the graves...the spark struck out by that steed in his flight, Kindled the land into flame with its heat. He has left the village and mounted the steep, And beneath... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1866 - 182 стор.
...paused to listen and look down A moment on the roofs of the town, And the moonlight flowing over all. Beneath, in the churchyard, lay the dead, In their...the spark struck out by that steed, in his flight, Kindled the land into flame with its heat. 3 17 He has left the village and mounted the steep, And... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1867 - 144 стор.
...hour, and the secret dread Of the lonely helfry and the dead; For suddenly all his thoughts are hent On a shadowy something far away, Where the river widens...light, The fate of a nation was riding that night; Kindled the land into flame with its heat. He has left the village and mounted the steep, And beneath... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1867 - 482 стор.
...belfry's height A glimmer, and then a gleam of light! He springs to the saddle, the bridle he turns, Bnt lingers and gazes, till full on his sight A second...the spark struck out by that steed in his flight, Kindled the land into flame with its heat. He has left the village and mounted the steep, And beneath... | |
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