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الصفحة 8
Chill airs and wintry winds ! my ear Has grown familiar with your song ; I hear it in
the opening year, I listen, and it cheers me long. HYMN OF THE MORAVIAN
NUNS OF BETHLEHEM. AT THE CONSECRATION OF PULASKl's BANNER.
Chill airs and wintry winds ! my ear Has grown familiar with your song ; I hear it in
the opening year, I listen, and it cheers me long. HYMN OF THE MORAVIAN
NUNS OF BETHLEHEM. AT THE CONSECRATION OF PULASKl's BANNER.
الصفحة 22
"High over the sails, high over the mast, Who shall gainsay these joys ? When thy
merry companions are still, at last, Thou shalt hear the sound of my voice. "Who
neither may rest, nor listen may, God bless them every one ! I dart away, in the ...
"High over the sails, high over the mast, Who shall gainsay these joys ? When thy
merry companions are still, at last, Thou shalt hear the sound of my voice. "Who
neither may rest, nor listen may, God bless them every one ! I dart away, in the ...
الصفحة 50
Nay, listen, for my heart is full ; so full That I must speak. Hyp. Alas ! that heart of
thine Is like a scene in the old play ; the curtain Rises to solemn music, and lo !
enter The eleven thousand virgins of Cologne ! Vict. Nay, like the Sibyl's volumes,
...
Nay, listen, for my heart is full ; so full That I must speak. Hyp. Alas ! that heart of
thine Is like a scene in the old play ; the curtain Rises to solemn music, and lo !
enter The eleven thousand virgins of Cologne ! Vict. Nay, like the Sibyl's volumes,
...
الصفحة 51
But listen to my tale. Dost thou remember The Gypsy girl we saw at Cordova
Dance the Romalis in the market-place ? Hyp. Thou meanest Preciosa. Vict. Ay,
the same. Thou knowest how her image haunted me Long after we returned to
Alcala ...
But listen to my tale. Dost thou remember The Gypsy girl we saw at Cordova
Dance the Romalis in the market-place ? Hyp. Thou meanest Preciosa. Vict. Ay,
the same. Thou knowest how her image haunted me Long after we returned to
Alcala ...
الصفحة 59
Fear not. Pree. I do not fear. I have a heart In whose strength I can trust. Lara.
Listen to me. I come here as your friend, — l am your friend, — And by a single
word can put a stop To all those idle tales, and make your name Spotless as lilies
are.
Fear not. Pree. I do not fear. I have a heart In whose strength I can trust. Lara.
Listen to me. I come here as your friend, — l am your friend, — And by a single
word can put a stop To all those idle tales, and make your name Spotless as lilies
are.
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| العنوان | Poems |
| المؤلف | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
| الناشر | J.R. Osgood and Company, 1877 |
| أصلي من | جامعة فيرجينيا |
| الكتب ذات التنسيق الرقمي | 9 كانون الأول (ديسمبر) 2008 |
| عدد الصفحات | 391 من الصفحات |
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