Little Classics, Volym 13Rossiter Johnson Houghton, Mifflin, 1875 |
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... the lapwing flies , And tires their echoes with unvaried cries ; Sunk are thy bowers in shapeless ruin all , And the long grass o'ertops the mouldering wall ; And trembling , shrinking from the spoiler's hand , Far 8 LITTLE CLASSICS .
... the lapwing flies , And tires their echoes with unvaried cries ; Sunk are thy bowers in shapeless ruin all , And the long grass o'ertops the mouldering wall ; And trembling , shrinking from the spoiler's hand , Far 8 LITTLE CLASSICS .
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... cried , A sail ! a sail ! " With throats unslaked , with black lips baked , Agape they heard me call : Gramercy they for joy did grin , And all at once their breath drew in , As they were drinking all . " See ! see ! ( I cried ) she 28 ...
... cried , A sail ! a sail ! " With throats unslaked , with black lips baked , Agape they heard me call : Gramercy they for joy did grin , And all at once their breath drew in , As they were drinking all . " See ! see ! ( I cried ) she 28 ...
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Rossiter Johnson. " See ! see ! ( I cried ) she tacks no more ! Hither to work us weal ; Without a breeze , without a tide , She steadies with upright keel ! " The western wave was all aflame , The day was wellnigh done ! Almost upon the ...
Rossiter Johnson. " See ! see ! ( I cried ) she tacks no more ! Hither to work us weal ; Without a breeze , without a tide , She steadies with upright keel ! " The western wave was all aflame , The day was wellnigh done ! Almost upon the ...
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... ! ' my Connocht Moran cried ; " T is but the screaming of the eagle . ' Alas ! ' t was not the eyrie's sound ; Their bloody bands had tracked us out . Up listening starts our couchant hound , And hark ! 70 LITTLE CLASSICS .
... ! ' my Connocht Moran cried ; " T is but the screaming of the eagle . ' Alas ! ' t was not the eyrie's sound ; Their bloody bands had tracked us out . Up listening starts our couchant hound , And hark ! 70 LITTLE CLASSICS .
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... cried , ' the combat seek , Ye hearts that unappalléd bore The anguish of a sister's shriek , Go ! and return no more ! For sooner guilt the ordeal brand Shall grasp unhurt , than ye shall hold The banner with victorious hand , Beneath ...
... cried , ' the combat seek , Ye hearts that unappalléd bore The anguish of a sister's shriek , Go ! and return no more ! For sooner guilt the ordeal brand Shall grasp unhurt , than ye shall hold The banner with victorious hand , Beneath ...
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Agnes Astur Beadsman beneath Bingen bird blest blood bowers brave breast breath bright brow charms cloud Clusium cold cried Cutty-sark dark dead dear deep door dream earth EUGENE ARAM Excalibur eyes fair fear fell fierce fled flew flowers frae gaze green grew hand hath heard heart heaven Horatius hung Kilmeny King King Arthur land land of mist Lars Porsena Lartius light lonely looked loud maiden moon morn mystery the spirit never Nevermore night O'Connor's o'er Ocnus pale Peri place is haunted plain as whisper Porphyro Quoth Quoth the raven raven Rhine rolling cloud rose round sails Sensitive Plant shadow ship shone sigh silent Sir Bedivere sleep smile soul sound spake spirit daunted star stood sweet tears thee thine thing THOMAS HOOD thou thought voice wall Wedding-Guest weep wept wild wind wings
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Sida 27 - 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.
Sida 10 - Remembrance wakes with all her busy train, Swells at my breast, and turns the past to pain. In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and God has given my share — I still had hopes, my latest hours to crown, Amidst, these humble bowers to lay me down...
Sida 151 - Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend ! " I shrieked, upstarting: " Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken ! quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door ! " Quoth the Raven,
Sida 207 - More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Sida 36 - Around, around, flew each sweet sound, Then darted to the Sun; Slowly the sounds came back again, Now mixed, now one by one. Sometimes a-dropping from the sky I heard the skylark sing; Sometimes all little birds that are, How they seemed to fill the sea and air With their sweet jargoning! And now 'twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute; And now it is an angel's song, That makes the heavens be mute.
Sida 13 - At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorned the venerable place; Truth from his lips prevailed with double sway, And fools, who came to scoff, remained to pray.
Sida 8 - The dancing pair that simply sought renown, By holding out to tire each other down...
Sida 34 - The upper air burst into life, And a hundred fire-flags sheen To and fro they were hurried about ; And to and fro, and in and out The wan stars danced between. And the coming wind did roar more loud ; And the sails did sigh like sedge : And the rain poured down from one black cloud The moon was at its edge.
Sida 12 - Careless their merits, or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began. Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his" failings leaned to virtue's side ; But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all.
Sida 149 - But the Raven still beguiling All my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in Front of bird and bust and door ; Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking What this ominous bird of yore — What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, Gaunt and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking