Little Classics, Томи 13 – 14Rossiter Johnson Houghton, Mifflin and Company, 1875 |
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... DREAM OF EUGENE ARAM . LADY BARBARA . THE SENSI- TIVE PLANT.THE EVE OF ST . AGNES . PARADISE AND THE PERI.THE RAVEN . THE SKELETON IN ARMOR . THE HAUNTED HOUSE . - THE WRITING ON THE IMAGE . TAM O'SHANTER . THE FORGING OF THE ANCHOR ...
... DREAM OF EUGENE ARAM . LADY BARBARA . THE SENSI- TIVE PLANT.THE EVE OF ST . AGNES . PARADISE AND THE PERI.THE RAVEN . THE SKELETON IN ARMOR . THE HAUNTED HOUSE . - THE WRITING ON THE IMAGE . TAM O'SHANTER . THE FORGING OF THE ANCHOR ...
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... DREAM OF EUGENE ÁRAM Thomas Hood 87 ' LADY BARBARA Alexander Smith . 96 THE SENSITIVE PLANT Percy Bysshe Shelley 99 THE EVE OF ST . AGNES .. John Keats . 112 PERI Thomas Moore 126 vi CONTENTS . THE SKELETON IN ARMOR . Henry Wadsworth.
... DREAM OF EUGENE ÁRAM Thomas Hood 87 ' LADY BARBARA Alexander Smith . 96 THE SENSITIVE PLANT Percy Bysshe Shelley 99 THE EVE OF ST . AGNES .. John Keats . 112 PERI Thomas Moore 126 vi CONTENTS . THE SKELETON IN ARMOR . Henry Wadsworth.
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... dream , To have seen those dead men rise . " The helmsman steered , the ship moved on ; Yet never a breeze upblew ; The mariners all ' gan work the ropes , Where they were wont to do ; They raised their limbs like lifeless tools , - We ...
... dream , To have seen those dead men rise . " The helmsman steered , the ship moved on ; Yet never a breeze upblew ; The mariners all ' gan work the ropes , Where they were wont to do ; They raised their limbs like lifeless tools , - We ...
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... dream of joy ! is this indeed The lighthouse top I see ? Is this the hill ? is this the kirk ? Is this mine own countree ? " We drifted o'er the harbor - bar , And I with sobs did pray , - O let me be awake , my God ! Or let me sleep ...
... dream of joy ! is this indeed The lighthouse top I see ? Is this the hill ? is this the kirk ? Is this mine own countree ? " We drifted o'er the harbor - bar , And I with sobs did pray , - O let me be awake , my God ! Or let me sleep ...
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... dream . In yon greenwood there is a waik , And in that waik there is a wene , And in that wene there is a maike , That neither has flesh , blood , nor bane ; And down in yon greenwood he walks his lane . In that green wene Kilmeny lay ...
... dream . In yon greenwood there is a waik , And in that waik there is a wene , And in that wene there is a maike , That neither has flesh , blood , nor bane ; And down in yon greenwood he walks his lane . In that green wene Kilmeny lay ...
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Agnes Beadsman beneath Bingen bird blest blood bowers breast breath bright brow cloud Clusium cold Connocht Moran's corse curse dark dead dear deep door dream dungeon earth EUGENE ARAM EVE OF ST Excalibur eyes fair fear fell fierce fled flew flowers frae gaze gray green grew hand hath heard heart heaven HORATIUS hung Kilmeny King King Arthur knew lady land Lars Porsena light lily lonely looked loud Madeline moon morn mortal never Nevermore night o'er odor pale Peri Porphyro Porsena pray Quoth Rhine rose round sails seen Sensitive Plant shadow shipwrecked coast shone sigh silent Sir Bedivere SKELETON IN ARMOR sleep smile soft soul sound spake spirit star stood sweet TAM O'SHANTER tears tell thee thine thing THOMAS HOOD thou thought trembling voice wall Wedding-Guest weep whisper wild wind wings
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Сторінка 29 - Are those her ribs through which the Sun Did peer, as through a grate? And is that Woman all her crew? Is that a DEATH? and are there two? Is DEATH that woman's mate?
Сторінка 198 - The old order changeth, yielding place to new, And God fulfils himself in many ways, Lest one good custom should corrupt the world.
Сторінка 28 - There passed a weary time. Each throat Was parched, and glazed each eye. A weary time! A weary time! How glazed each weary eye, When looking westward, I beheld A something in the sky. At first it seemed a little speck, And then it seemed a mist; It moved and moved, and took at last A certain shape, I wist.
Сторінка 45 - I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me: To him my tale I teach.
Сторінка 150 - thing of evil! — prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us — by that God we both adore — Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore — Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.
Сторінка 11 - The sober herd that lowed to meet their young; The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school; The watchdog's voice that bayed the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind; These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And filled each pause the nightingale had made.
Сторінка 36 - twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute; And now it is an angel's song That makes the heavens be mute. " 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 146 - And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me— filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating, "* Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door, Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door: This it is and nothing more.
Сторінка 145 - 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.
Сторінка 10 - To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose...