Ballads and Other PoemsJ. Owen, 1842 - 132 sidor |
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Sida xiv
... riding in , their blue cloaks streaming to the wind ; and finally the happy bridegroom , with a whip in his hand ... rides the Spokesman , followed by some half dozen village musicians . Next comes the bridegroom between his two grooms ...
... riding in , their blue cloaks streaming to the wind ; and finally the happy bridegroom , with a whip in his hand ... rides the Spokesman , followed by some half dozen village musicians . Next comes the bridegroom between his two grooms ...
Sida xv
... ride forward to announce that a knight and his attendants are in the neigh- bouring forest , and pray for hospitality . " How many are you ? " asks the bride's father . " At least three hundred , " is the answer ; and to this the host ...
... ride forward to announce that a knight and his attendants are in the neigh- bouring forest , and pray for hospitality . " How many are you ? " asks the bride's father . " At least three hundred , " is the answer ; and to this the host ...
Sida xvi
... riding round the May - pole , which stands in the cen- tre , alights amid a grand salute and flourish of music . In the hall sits the bride , with a crown up- on her head and a tear in her eye , like the Virgin Mary in old church ...
... riding round the May - pole , which stands in the cen- tre , alights amid a grand salute and flourish of music . In the hall sits the bride , with a crown up- on her head and a tear in her eye , like the Virgin Mary in old church ...
Sida 29
... riding on the seashore at Newport . A year or two previous a skel- eton had been dug up at Fall River , clad in broken and cor- roded armour ; and the idea occurred to me of connecting it with the Round Tower at Newport , generally ...
... riding on the seashore at Newport . A year or two previous a skel- eton had been dug up at Fall River , clad in broken and cor- roded armour ; and the idea occurred to me of connecting it with the Round Tower at Newport , generally ...
Sida 53
... translation . ] SIR OLUF he rideth over the plain , Full seven miles broad and seven miles wide , never , ah never can meet with the man But A tilt with him dare ride . He saw under the hill - side A Knight full 53 The Elected Knight.
... translation . ] SIR OLUF he rideth over the plain , Full seven miles broad and seven miles wide , never , ah never can meet with the man But A tilt with him dare ride . He saw under the hill - side A Knight full 53 The Elected Knight.
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angels answer Art thou Atonement ballad beautiful belfry birds blessed BLIND BARTIMEUS blossom blue bosom breast bride bridegroom bright brown ale child Christ church clouds crown crystal tall Death deep dream earth ENDYMION evermore Excelsior eyes face faith fall father feast fennel flames flowers Galilee garland glance gleaming goblet God's-Acre gold golden grave hail hair hand hear heart heaven Hesperus holy kirtle kiss klang Life's light lips lock Lord's LORD'S SUPPER Love Luck of Edenhall Maidens marriage May-pole merry midnight nest Newport night o'er peasants PENTECOST pinions poem pray prayer riding ring river roar round sailing Saint John shadow shine silent silver Skoal sleep slumbering snow soft song soul sound Spirit stands stars steed stood Sweden Swedish tears Tegnér thee thou hast tilt transfigured unto village voice wander weary wedding wild wind wind-mill wore wreath ye children ye promise youth Η πίστις σου
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Sida 45 - But the father answered never a word, A frozen corpse was he. Lashed to the helm, all stiff and stark, With his face to the skies, The lantern gleamed through the gleaming snow On his fixed and glassy eyes. Then the maiden clasped her hands and prayed That saved she might be ; And she thought of Christ, who stilled the wave, On the Lake of Galilee.
Sida 34 - Once as I told in glee Tales of the stormy sea, Soft eyes did gaze on me, Burning yet tender ; And as the white stars shine On the dark Norway pine, On that dark heart of mine Fell their soft splendor.
Sida 47 - ... glass, she stove and sank, Ho ! ho ! the breakers roared ! At daybreak, on the bleak sea-beach, A fisherman stood aghast, To see the form of a maiden fair, Lashed close to a drifting mast. The salt sea was frozen on her breast, The salt tears in her eyes ; And he saw her hair, like the brown sea-weed, On the billows fall and rise. Such was the wreck of the Hesperus, In the midnight and the snow ! Christ save us all from a death like this, On the reef of Norman's Woe ! THE LUCK OF EDENHALL.
Sida 46 - And ever the fitful gusts between A sound came from the land; It was the sound of the trampling surf, On the rocks and the hard sea-sand. The breakers were right beneath her bows, She drifted a dreary wreck, And a whooping billow swept the crew Like icicles from her deck. She struck where the white and fleecy waves Looked soft as carded wool, But the cruel rocks, they gored her side Like the horns of an angry bull. Her rattling shrouds, all sheathed in ice, With the masts went by the board; Like...
Sida 129 - His brow was sad; his eye beneath, Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior ! In happy homes he saw the light Of household fires gleam warm and bright; Above, the spectral glaciers shone, And...
Sida 111 - THE RAINY DAY. THE day is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains, and the wind is never weary ; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary.
Sida 122 - Above the lowly plants it towers, The fennel, with its yellow flowers, And in an earlier age than ours Was gifted with the wondrous powers, Lost vision to restore. It gave new strength, and fearless mood ; And gladiators, fierce and rude, Mingled it in their daily food ; And he who battled and subdued, A wreath of fennel wore.
Sida 99 - THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH. UNDER a spreading chestnut tree The village smithy stands ; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands ; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Sida 102 - Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought!
Sida xxiii - How beautiful the long, mild twilight, which like a silver clasp unites to-day with yesterday ! How beautiful the silent hour, when Morning and Evening thus sit together, hand in hand, beneath the starless sky of midnight...
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