The Literary Reading Book: Containing Specimens of Poetry and Prose from Chaucer to the Present Day, الجزء 2E.J. Brill, 1900-03 [v.1, 1900 |
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... thing was to be seen . The ice was here , the ice was there , The ice was all around ; It cracked and growled , and roared and howled : Like noises in a swound ! 1 ) At length did cross an Albatross 2 ) , Thorough 3 ) the fog it came ...
... thing was to be seen . The ice was here , the ice was there , The ice was all around ; It cracked and growled , and roared and howled : Like noises in a swound ! 1 ) At length did cross an Albatross 2 ) , Thorough 3 ) the fog it came ...
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... did rot : 0 Christ ! That ever this should be ! Yea , slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea . 1 ) Uprose . suddenly becalmed . And the Albatross begins to be avenged . A Spirit had followed them ; one of the in- 11.
... did rot : 0 Christ ! That ever this should be ! Yea , slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea . 1 ) Uprose . suddenly becalmed . And the Albatross begins to be avenged . A Spirit had followed them ; one of the in- 11.
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... so beautiful ! tures of the calm . And they all dead did lie : And a thousand thousand slimy things Lived on ; and so did I. 1 ) The crescent or growing moon . 2 ) Followed by stars . I looked upon the rotting sea , And drew my 14.
... so beautiful ! tures of the calm . And they all dead did lie : And a thousand thousand slimy things Lived on ; and so did I. 1 ) The crescent or growing moon . 2 ) Followed by stars . I looked upon the rotting sea , And drew my 14.
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... things ! no tongue Their beauty might declare : A spring of love gushed from my heart , And I blesed them unaware ... thing , Beloved from pole to pole ! To Mary Queen the praise be given ! She sent the gentle sleep from Heaven , That ...
... things ! no tongue Their beauty might declare : A spring of love gushed from my heart , And I blesed them unaware ... thing , Beloved from pole to pole ! To Mary Queen the praise be given ! She sent the gentle sleep from Heaven , That ...
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... things that God made and loves . To walk together to the kirk , And all together pray , While each to his great Father bends , Old men , and babes , and loving friends And youths and maidens gay ! Farewell , farewell ! but this I tell ...
... things that God made and loves . To walk together to the kirk , And all together pray , While each to his great Father bends , Old men , and babes , and loving friends And youths and maidens gay ! Farewell , farewell ! but this I tell ...
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Althing Annie answer arms asked Bernadou boat breath Charley Bates Charlotte Corday Colonna cried crowd dark dead dear death Donovan door Enoch Erin go bragh Excalibur eyes face father fell Findlayson fire friends Gazna gentleman gone Guldmar hand hath head hear heard heart heaven hour Iceland Jael Jorgen Jorgensen Kallikrates King King Arthur knew lady land laughed light living Lochinvar looked Lord morning mother never night o'er Oliver once Peroo Pickwick poor Reine Allix replied Rienzi river rose round seemed Sheila ship shout side sigh silent Sir Bedivere sleep smile soul sound speak spoke Squeers stood Stornoway tears tell thee thing thou thought took turned Twas voice wave weeping White Ship wild wind Winkle words young
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الصفحة 86 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since' their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: — not so thou, Unchangeable save to thy wild waves, play — Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow — Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.
الصفحة 23 - I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me: To him my tale I teach.
الصفحة 174 - Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets
الصفحة 83 - Cameron's gathering' rose! The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard, and heard, too, have her Saxon foes; How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills, Savage and shrill! But with the breath which fills Their mountain-pipe, so fill the mountaineers With the fierce native daring which instils The stirring memory of a thousand years, And Evan's, Donald's fame rings in each clansman's ears!
الصفحة 86 - And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war: These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.
الصفحة 16 - O happy living things! no tongue Their beauty might declare: A spring of love gushed from my heart, And I blessed them unaware: Sure my kind saint took pity on me, And I blessed them unaware. The self-same moment I could pray; And from my neck so free The Albatross fell off, and sank Like lead into the sea.
الصفحة 60 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
الصفحة 18 - Is it he?' quoth one, 'Is this the man? By him who died on cross, With his cruel bow he laid full low The harmless Albatross. • The spirit who bideth by himself In the land of mist and snow, He loved the bird that loved the man Who shot him with his bow.
الصفحة 81 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush!
الصفحة 20 - Is this the hill? is this the kirk? Is this mine own countree ? We drifted o'er the harbour-bar, And I with sobs did pray — O let me be awake, my God! Or let me sleep alway.