English Verse, Том 3William James Linton, Richard Henry Stoddard Charles Scribner's Sons, 1883 |
З цієї книги
Результати 1-5 із 29
Сторінка xii
... began to feel the infirmities of age , and desirous of being relieved in a fit of sickness by blood - letting , he went to the prioress of Kirkley nunnery , in Yorkshire , who was a relation , and by whom he was suffered to bleed to ...
... began to feel the infirmities of age , and desirous of being relieved in a fit of sickness by blood - letting , he went to the prioress of Kirkley nunnery , in Yorkshire , who was a relation , and by whom he was suffered to bleed to ...
Сторінка 7
... Began to care for his . Forth came dame Guenever ; To the mantle her belaid : The Lady she was new - fangle , But yet she was affray'd . When she had ta'en the mantle She stood as she had been mad : It was from the top to the toe As ...
... Began to care for his . Forth came dame Guenever ; To the mantle her belaid : The Lady she was new - fangle , But yet she was affray'd . When she had ta'en the mantle She stood as she had been mad : It was from the top to the toe As ...
Сторінка 10
... began to crinkle and crowt : She said " Bow down , mantle ! And shame me not for nought ! " Once I did amiss , I tell you certainly , When I kiss'd Craddock's mouth Under a greenè tree , — When I kiss'd Craddock's mouth Before he ...
... began to crinkle and crowt : She said " Bow down , mantle ! And shame me not for nought ! " Once I did amiss , I tell you certainly , When I kiss'd Craddock's mouth Under a greenè tree , — When I kiss'd Craddock's mouth Before he ...
Сторінка 54
... Began aloud to say : " Ye Scottishmen spend a ' our King's gowd And a ' our Queenis fee ! " " Ye lee , ye lee , ye liars loud ! Fu ' loud I hear ye lee . " For I brought as much o ' the white monie As gane my men and me , And a half ...
... Began aloud to say : " Ye Scottishmen spend a ' our King's gowd And a ' our Queenis fee ! " " Ye lee , ye lee , ye liars loud ! Fu ' loud I hear ye lee . " For I brought as much o ' the white monie As gane my men and me , And a half ...
Сторінка 56
... began on Monday at morn , In Cheviot the hills so hie : The child may rue that is unborn , — It was the more pity . The drivers through the woods went For to raise the deer ; Bowmen bicker'd upon the bent , With their broad arrows clear ...
... began on Monday at morn , In Cheviot the hills so hie : The child may rue that is unborn , — It was the more pity . The drivers through the woods went For to raise the deer ; Bowmen bicker'd upon the bent , With their broad arrows clear ...
Зміст
1 | |
10 | |
24 | |
30 | |
41 | |
48 | |
56 | |
65 | |
71 | |
83 | |
91 | |
97 | |
103 | |
111 | |
117 | |
124 | |
137 | |
148 | |
155 | |
161 | |
165 | |
256 | |
262 | |
273 | |
284 | |
293 | |
298 | |
307 | |
317 | |
327 | |
343 | |
349 | |
350 | |
Загальні терміни та фрази
ancient Mariner anon auld ballad bluidy bonny bower bright call'd child Child Maurice Clerk Saunders Cusha dead dear death door Edom eyes fair lady fast fear frae gane Glasgerion Glenkindie gold green gude HAMADRYAD hame hand hath head hear heard heart Heir of Linne Hell and Heaven Judas Iscariot King King Estmere Kinmont knee lady land light Little brother Little John look'd Lord loud maid mair mankind I love Mary Mother merry moon ne'er never night Nut-brown Maid o'er old Brown Osawatomie Brown owre pass'd Percy Percy Folio Porphyro pray quoth Rhaicos ride Robin Hood SACK OF BALTIMORE sail seem'd ship Sir Aldingar Sister Helen slain soul of Judas spake stanzas steed stood sweet sword ta'en tell thee thou took tree turn'd unto weel wife Willie wind winna wood
Популярні уривки
Сторінка 183 - Nor any drop to drink. The very deep did rot: O Christ! That ever this should be! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea. About, about, in reel and rout The death-fires danced at night; The water, like a witch's oils, Burnt green, and blue, and white.
Сторінка 187 - I closed my lids, and kept them close, And the balls like pulses beat; For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky Lay like a load on my weary eye. And the dead were at my feet.
Сторінка 190 - It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Сторінка 192 - Is it he?' quoth one, 'Is this the man? By him who died on cross, With his cruel bow he laid full low The harmless Albatross. • The spirit who bideth by himself In the land of mist and snow, He loved the bird that loved the man Who shot him with his bow.
Сторінка 239 - If the British march By land or sea from the town to-night, Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch Of the North Church tower as a signal light, — One, if by land, and two, if by sea ; And I on the opposite shore will be, Ready to ride and spread the alarm Through every Middlesex village and farm, For the country folk to be up and to arm.
Сторінка 237 - And his low head and crest, just one sharp ear bent back For my voice, and the other pricked out on his track; And one eye's black intelligence, — ever that glance O'er its white edge at me, his own master, askance! And the thick heavy spume-flakes which aye and anon His fierce lips shook upwards in galloping on. By Hasselt, Dirck groaned; and cried Joris "Stay spur! Your Roos galloped bravely, the fault's not in her, We'll remember at Aix...
Сторінка 240 - ... with a heavy stride On the opposite shore walked Paul Revere. Now he patted his horse's side, Now gazed at the landscape far and near, Then, impetuous, stamped the earth, And turned and tightened his saddle-girth; But mostly he watched with eager search The belfry-tower of the Old North Church, As it rose above the graves on the hill, Lonely and spectral and sombre and still. And lo! as he looks, on the belfry's height A glimmer, and then a gleam of light! He springs to the saddle, the bridle...
Сторінка 238 - Neath our feet broke the brittle bright stubble like chaff; Till over by Dalhem a dome-spire sprang white, And "Gallop," gasped Joris, "for Aix is in sight! "How they'll greet us!" — and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets
Сторінка 194 - On every corse there stood. This seraph-band, each waved his hand: It was a heavenly sight! They stood as signals to the land, Each one a lovely light; 441 This seraph-band, each waved his hand, No voice did they impart — No voice; but oh!
Сторінка 182 - And I had done a hellish thing. And it would work 'em woe: For all averred. I had killed the bird That made the breeze to blow.