Little Classics, Volym 13Rossiter Johnson Houghton, Mifflin, 1875 |
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Sida 19
... Hung round the bowers , and fondly looked their last , And took a long farewell , and wished in vain For seats like these beyond the western main , And shuddering still to face the distant deep , Returned and wept , and still returned ...
... Hung round the bowers , and fondly looked their last , And took a long farewell , and wished in vain For seats like these beyond the western main , And shuddering still to face the distant deep , Returned and wept , and still returned ...
Sida 27
... more than if We had been choked with soot . " Ah ! well - a - day ! what evil looks Had I from old and young ! Instead of the cross , the Albatross About my neck was hung . " III . " THERE passed a weary time . Each THE ANCIENT MARINER .
... more than if We had been choked with soot . " Ah ! well - a - day ! what evil looks Had I from old and young ! Instead of the cross , the Albatross About my neck was hung . " III . " THERE passed a weary time . Each THE ANCIENT MARINER .
Sida 62
... hung it where the bright light used to shine , On the cottage wall at Bingen , calm Bingen on the Rhine . " Tell my sister not to weep for me , and sob with droop- ing head , When the troops come marching home again , with glad and ...
... hung it where the bright light used to shine , On the cottage wall at Bingen , calm Bingen on the Rhine . " Tell my sister not to weep for me , and sob with droop- ing head , When the troops come marching home again , with glad and ...
Sida 75
... hung frae the hazel - tree ; For Kilmeny was pure as pure could be . But lang may her minny look o'er the wa ' , And lang may she seek i ' the greenwood shaw ; Lang the laird of Duneira blame , And lang , lang greet or Kilmeny come hame ...
... hung frae the hazel - tree ; For Kilmeny was pure as pure could be . But lang may her minny look o'er the wa ' , And lang may she seek i ' the greenwood shaw ; Lang the laird of Duneira blame , And lang , lang greet or Kilmeny come hame ...
Sida 76
... hung over the plain , Like a little wee cloud in the world its lane ; When the ingle lowed with an eiry leme , Late , late in the gloamin ' Kilmeny came hame ! 66 --- Kilmeny , Kilmeny , where have you been ? Lang hae we sought both ...
... hung over the plain , Like a little wee cloud in the world its lane ; When the ingle lowed with an eiry leme , Late , late in the gloamin ' Kilmeny came hame ! 66 --- Kilmeny , Kilmeny , where have you been ? Lang hae we sought both ...
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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