 | 1920 - 1206 стор.
...with amazed curiosity to know what the being would say. " Then, from those cavernous eyes, Pale fires seemed to rise As when the Northern skies Gleam in December ; And, like the water's ilow Under December's snow, Came a dull voice of woe From the heart's chamber." And now, with a deep... | |
 | 1842 - 650 стор.
...fearful guest ! Who, with thy hollow breast Slill in rude armor drest, Comest to daunt rne! Wrapt not in Eastern balms, But with thy fleshless palms Stretched, as if asking alms, Why dost thou haunt rne ?" Then, from those cavernous eyes Pale flashes seemed to rise, As when the Northern skies Gleatn... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1842 - 148 стор.
...fearful guest ! Who, with thy hollow breast Still in rude armour drest, Comest to daunt me ! Wrapt not in Eastern balms, But with thy fleshless palms Stretched,...Came a dull voice of woe From the heart's chamber. " I was a Viking old ! My deeds, though manifold, No Skald in song has told, No Saga taught thee !... | |
 | 1842 - 620 стор.
...fearful guest ! Who, with thy hollow breast Slill ia rude armor drest, Comest to daunt me ! Wrapt not in Eastern balms, But with thy fleshless palms Stretched,...thou haunt me?" Then, from those cavernous eyes Pale Hashes seemed to rise, As when the Northern skies Gleam in December ! And, like the water's flow Under... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1842 - 638 стор.
...asking alma, Why dost thou haunt me 1" Then, from those cavernous eyes Pale flashes seem'd to rise, Aa when the northern skies Gleam in December! And, like...water's flow Under December's snow, Came a dull voice of wo From the heart's chamber: "Far in the northern land, By the wild Baltic's strand, 1, with my childish... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1843 - 570 стор.
...fearful guest ! Who, with thy hollow breast Still in rude armour drest, Comest to daunt me ! Wrapt not in Eastern balms, But with thy fleshless palms Stretched,...Came a dull voice of woe From the heart's chamber. ' I was a Viking old ! My deeds, though manifold, No Skald in song has told, No Saga taught thee !... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1843 - 558 стор.
...dress'd, Comcst to daunt me ! Wrapp'd not in Eastern balms, But with thy fleshiess palms Stretch'd as if Asking alms, Why dost thou haunt me?" Then, from those cavernous eyes Pale flashes seemM to rise, Aa when the northern skies Gleam in December! And, like the water's flow Under Decemher's... | |
 | Pascal Jones - 1845 - 298 стор.
...stolen my pocketbook with more than two hundred dollars in it. Search the villain while 1 hold him ! " Then from those cavernous eyes Pale flashes seemed...rise, As when the northern skies Gleam in December ! "Man, you are mad!" said he, "to charge such a crime on an old man like me. Search me and see, for... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1850 - 500 стор.
...fearful guest ! Who, with thy hollow breast Still in rude armour drest, Comest to daunt me ! Wrapt not in Eastern balms, But with thy fleshless palms Stretched,...Came a dull voice of woe From the heart's chamber. ' I was a Viking old ! My deeds, though manifold, No Skald in song has told, No Saga taught thee !... | |
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SPEAK ! speak ! thou fearful guest ! Who, with thy hollow breast Still in rude armor drest, Comest to daunt me ! Wrapt not in Eastern balms, But with thy fleshless palms Stretched, as if asking alms. Why dost thou haunt me ? " Then, from those cavernous... 
