Enoch ArdenStrahan, 1869 - 178 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 13
... sleep ; how should the child Remember this ? ' and kiss'd him in his cot . But Annie from her baby's forehead clipt A tiny curl , and gave it : this he kept Thro ' all his future ; but now hastily caught ENOCH ARDEN . 13.
... sleep ; how should the child Remember this ? ' and kiss'd him in his cot . But Annie from her baby's forehead clipt A tiny curl , and gave it : this he kept Thro ' all his future ; but now hastily caught ENOCH ARDEN . 13.
الصفحة 27
... sleep , but earnestly Pray'd for a sign ' my Enoch is he gone ? ' Then compass'd round by the blind wall of night Brook'd not the expectant terror of her heart , Started from bed , and struck herself a light , Then desperately seized ...
... sleep , but earnestly Pray'd for a sign ' my Enoch is he gone ? ' Then compass'd round by the blind wall of night Brook'd not the expectant terror of her heart , Started from bed , and struck herself a light , Then desperately seized ...
الصفحة 56
... Sleeps in the plain eggs of the nightingale . And thus together , save for college - times Or Temple - eaten terms , a couple , fair As ever painter painted , poet sang , Or Heav'n in lavish bounty moulded , grew . And more and more ...
... Sleeps in the plain eggs of the nightingale . And thus together , save for college - times Or Temple - eaten terms , a couple , fair As ever painter painted , poet sang , Or Heav'n in lavish bounty moulded , grew . And more and more ...
الصفحة 74
... sleep , and wine , and exercise , Except when for a breathing - while at eve , Some niggard fraction of an hour , he ran Beside the river - bank : and then indeed Harder the times were , and the hands of power Were bloodier , and the ...
... sleep , and wine , and exercise , Except when for a breathing - while at eve , Some niggard fraction of an hour , he ran Beside the river - bank : and then indeed Harder the times were , and the hands of power Were bloodier , and the ...
الصفحة 81
... sleep , With a weird bright eye , sweating and trembling , His hair as it were crackling into flames , His body half flung forward in pursuit , And his long arms stretch'd as to grasp a flyer : Nor knew he wherefore he had made the cry ...
... sleep , With a weird bright eye , sweating and trembling , His hair as it were crackling into flames , His body half flung forward in pursuit , And his long arms stretch'd as to grasp a flyer : Nor knew he wherefore he had made the cry ...
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Annie Annie Lee Annie's answer'd ask'd Averill babe beän blessing bore break broke call'd Cámulodúne Catullus cave child cliffs cried dark dawn dead dear death dream Edith Enoch Arden Ev'n evermore eyes face father fear fire fixt flower follow'd forgive girl golden gone hand happy hear heard heart heaven Hosanna ILIAD indolent reviewers isle kiss'd knaws knew Leolin Let me fly light little birdie little wife living lonely look'd Lord meä Miriam Lane morn mother never night o'er once open'd peace Philip pity Ringlet rolling rose round sail SEA-KINGS seem'd ship of fools silent Sir Aylmer sleep slipt spoke Squoire stars Stept stood sweet tears thee thine things Thornaby thou thought thro thunder turn'd vext voice walk'd waste watch'd weep wept whot wife Willy woke woman wood wyvern yaäle
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الصفحة 1 - LONG lines of cliff breaking have left a chasm; And in the chasm are foam and yellow sands; Beyond, red roofs about a narrow wharf In cluster; then a moulder'd church; and higher A long street climbs to one tall-tower'd mill; And high in heaven behind it a gray down With Danish barrows; and a hazelwood, By autumn nutters haunted, flourishes Green in a cuplike hollow of the down.
الصفحة 174 - Tower, as the deep-domed empyrean Rings to the roar of an angel onset — Me rather all that bowery loneliness, / The brooks of Eden mazily murmuring, And bloom profuse and cedar arches Charm, as a wanderer out in ocean, Where some refulgent sunset of India Streams o'er a rich ambrosial ocean isle, And crimson-hued the stately palmwoods Whisper in odorous heights of even.
الصفحة 2 - By autumn nutters haunted, flourishes Green in a cuplike hollow of the down. Here on this beach a hundred years ago, Three children of three houses, Annie Lee, The prettiest little damsel in the port...
الصفحة 164 - SEA-KINGS' daughter from over the sea, Alexandra ! Saxon and Norman and Dane are we, But all of us Danes in our welcome of thee, Alexandra ! Welcome her, thunders of fort and of fleet ! Welcome her, thundering cheer of the street ! Welcome her, all things youthful and sweet, Scatter the blossom under her feet ! Break, happy land, into earlier flowers ! Make music, O bird, in the new-budded bowers...
الصفحة 142 - The lucid outline forming round thee; saw The dim curls kindle into sunny rings; Changed with thy mystic change, and felt my blood Glow with the glow that slowly...
الصفحة 73 - In darkness, and above them roar'd the pine. So Leolin went ; and as we task ourselves To learn a language known but smatteringly In phrases here and there at random, toil'd Mastering the lawless science of our law, That codeless myriad of precedent, That wilderness of single instances, Thro' which a few, by wit or fortune led, May beat a pathway out to wealth and fame.
الصفحة 140 - Alas! for this gray shadow, once a man — So glorious in his beauty and thy choice, Who madest him thy chosen that he seem'd To his great heart none other than a God! I ask'd thee, "Give me immortality.
الصفحة 42 - Now when the dead man come to life beheld His wife, his wife no more, and saw the babe, Hers, yet not his, upon the father's knee, And all the warmth, the peace, the happiness. And his own children tall and beautiful, And him, that other, reigning in his place, Lord of his rights and of his children's love, Then he, tho...
الصفحة 41 - Philip, the slighted suitor of old times, Stout, rosy, with his babe across his knees; And o'er her second father stoopt a girl, A later but a loftier Annie Lee, Fair-hair'd and tall, and from...
الصفحة 142 - ... ever scare me with thy tears, And make me tremble lest a saying learnt, In days far-off, on that dark earth, be true? ' The Gods themselves cannot recall their gifts.