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الصفحة 26
Lashed to the helm, all stiff and stark, With his face turned 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 ...
Lashed to the helm, all stiff and stark, With his face turned 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 ...
الصفحة 45
... Whose craft was to betray the young and fair ; And yet this woman was above
all bribes. And when a noble lord, touched by her beauty, The wild and wizard
beauty of her race, Offered her gold to be what she made others, She turned
upon ...
... Whose craft was to betray the young and fair ; And yet this woman was above
all bribes. And when a noble lord, touched by her beauty, The wild and wizard
beauty of her race, Offered her gold to be what she made others, She turned
upon ...
الصفحة 68
I 've turned my back on what was then before me ; And the bright faces of my
young companions Are wrinkled like my own, or are no more. Do you remember
Cueva ? Hyp. Cueva ? Cueva ? Padre C. Fool that I am ! He was before your time
.
I 've turned my back on what was then before me ; And the bright faces of my
young companions Are wrinkled like my own, or are no more. Do you remember
Cueva ? Hyp. Cueva ? Cueva ? Padre C. Fool that I am ! He was before your time
.
الصفحة 78
... Turned o'er the hymn-book's fluttering leaves That on the window lay. Long
was the good man's sermon, Yet it seemed not so to me ; For he spake of Ruth
the beautiful, And still I thought of thee. Long was the prayer he uttered, Yet it
seemed ...
... Turned o'er the hymn-book's fluttering leaves That on the window lay. Long
was the good man's sermon, Yet it seemed not so to me ; For he spake of Ruth
the beautiful, And still I thought of thee. Long was the prayer he uttered, Yet it
seemed ...
الصفحة 81
Tears upon his eyelids glistened, As he paused awhile and listened, And the
dying baron slowly Turned his weary head to hear. " Wassail for the kingly
stranger Born and cradled in a manger ! King, like David, priest, like Aaron, Christ
is born ...
Tears upon his eyelids glistened, As he paused awhile and listened, And the
dying baron slowly Turned his weary head to hear. " Wassail for the kingly
stranger Born and cradled in a manger ! King, like David, priest, like Aaron, Christ
is born ...
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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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