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الصفحة 11
He died in 1476; according to Mariana, in the town of Ucles ; but, according to the
poem of his son, in Oraua. It was his death that called forth the poem upon which
rests the literary reputation of the younger Manrique. In the language of his ...
He died in 1476; according to Mariana, in the town of Ucles ; but, according to the
poem of his son, in Oraua. It was his death that called forth the poem upon which
rests the literary reputation of the younger Manrique. In the language of his ...
الصفحة 22
... o'ershadowed, Until the Angel Calls them, they slumber ! THE BIRD AND THE
SHIP. FROM THE GERMAN OF MULLER. The rivers rush into the sea, By castle
and town they go ; The winds behind them merrily Their noisy trumpets blow.
... o'ershadowed, Until the Angel Calls them, they slumber ! THE BIRD AND THE
SHIP. FROM THE GERMAN OF MULLER. The rivers rush into the sea, By castle
and town they go ; The winds behind them merrily Their noisy trumpets blow.
الصفحة 44
Why, all the town and court. The house was crowded ; and the busy fans Among
the gayly dressed and perfumed ladies Fluttered like butterflies among the
flowers. There was the Countess of Medina Celi ; The Goblin Lady with her Phar.
tom ...
Why, all the town and court. The house was crowded ; and the busy fans Among
the gayly dressed and perfumed ladies Fluttered like butterflies among the
flowers. There was the Countess of Medina Celi ; The Goblin Lady with her Phar.
tom ...
الصفحة 49
Body o' me ! what an inn this is ! The lights out, and the landlord asleep. Hola !
ancient Baltasar ! Bal. (waking). Here I am. Chispa. Yes, there you are, like a one-
eyed Alcalde in a town without inhabitants. Bring a light, and let me have supper.
Body o' me ! what an inn this is ! The lights out, and the landlord asleep. Hola !
ancient Baltasar ! Bal. (waking). Here I am. Chispa. Yes, there you are, like a one-
eyed Alcalde in a town without inhabitants. Bring a light, and let me have supper.
الصفحة 54
I hate the crowded town ! I cannot breathe shut up within its tgjtei! .* Air, -J- Z wan!
air, and sunshine, and "Blue sty, The feeling of the breeze upon my face, The
feeling of the turf beneath my feet, And no walls but the far-off mountain- tops .
I hate the crowded town ! I cannot breathe shut up within its tgjtei! .* Air, -J- Z wan!
air, and sunshine, and "Blue sty, The feeling of the breeze upon my face, The
feeling of the turf beneath my feet, And no walls but the far-off mountain- tops .
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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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