Little Classics, Томи 13 – 14Rossiter Johnson Houghton, Mifflin and Company, 1875 |
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... flower , Most cherished since his natal hour , His mother's image in fair face , The infant love of all his race , His martyred father's dearest thought , My latest care , for whom I sought To hoard my life , that his might be Less ...
... flower , Most cherished since his natal hour , His mother's image in fair face , The infant love of all his race , His martyred father's dearest thought , My latest care , for whom I sought To hoard my life , that his might be Less ...
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... flowers growing , Of gentle breath and hue . The fish swam by the castle wall , And they seemed joyous each and all ; The eagle rode the rising blast , Methought he never flew so fast As then to me he seemed to fly ; And then new tears ...
... flowers growing , Of gentle breath and hue . The fish swam by the castle wall , And they seemed joyous each and all ; The eagle rode the rising blast , Methought he never flew so fast As then to me he seemed to fly ; And then new tears ...
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... flower . Gone from her hand and bosom , gone , The royal brooch , the jewelled ring , That o'er her dazzling whiteness shone , Like dews on lilies of the spring . - Yet why , though fallen her brother's kerne , Beneath De Bourgo's ...
... flower . Gone from her hand and bosom , gone , The royal brooch , the jewelled ring , That o'er her dazzling whiteness shone , Like dews on lilies of the spring . - Yet why , though fallen her brother's kerne , Beneath De Bourgo's ...
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... flower To call My love lies bleeding ' ? " " This numla flower my tears have nursed . That grew on Connocht Moran's tomb . O , hearken. O'CONNOR'S CHILD . 67.
... flower To call My love lies bleeding ' ? " " This numla flower my tears have nursed . That grew on Connocht Moran's tomb . O , hearken. O'CONNOR'S CHILD . 67.
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... flower its bloom ; But ties around this heart were spun That could not , would not , be undone ! VIII . " At bleating of the wild watch - fold , Thus sang my love : O , come with me ! Our bark is on the lake , behold ! Our steeds are ...
... flower its bloom ; But ties around this heart were spun That could not , would not , be undone ! VIII . " At bleating of the wild watch - fold , Thus sang my love : O , come with me ! Our bark is on the lake , behold ! Our steeds are ...
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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...