Poems, المجلد 2Ticknor and Fields, 1863 |
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الصفحة 158
... Chis . Abernuncio Satanas ! and a plague on all lovers who ramble about at night , drinking the elements , instead of sleeping quietly in their beds , Every dead man to his cemetery , say I ; and every friar to his monastery . Now ...
... Chis . Abernuncio Satanas ! and a plague on all lovers who ramble about at night , drinking the elements , instead of sleeping quietly in their beds , Every dead man to his cemetery , say I ; and every friar to his monastery . Now ...
الصفحة 159
... Chis . Every tub smells of the wine that is in it . Pray , Gerónimo , is not Saturday an unpleasant day with thee ? 1st Mus . Why so ? Chis . Because I have heard it said that Sat- urday is an unpleasant day with those who have but one ...
... Chis . Every tub smells of the wine that is in it . Pray , Gerónimo , is not Saturday an unpleasant day with thee ? 1st Mus . Why so ? Chis . Because I have heard it said that Sat- urday is an unpleasant day with those who have but one ...
الصفحة 160
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Chis . I like it ; it has a cheerful , soul - stirring sound , that soars up to my lady's window like the song of a swallow . And you others ? Other Mus . We are the singers , please your honor . Chis . You ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Chis . I like it ; it has a cheerful , soul - stirring sound , that soars up to my lady's window like the song of a swallow . And you others ? Other Mus . We are the singers , please your honor . Chis . You ...
الصفحة 166
... Chis . And here we are , half - way to Alcalá , be- tween cocks and midnight . Body o ' me ! what an inn this is ! The lights out , and the landlord asleep . Holá ! ancient Baltasar ! Balt . [ waking . ] Here I am . Chis . Yes , there ...
... Chis . And here we are , half - way to Alcalá , be- tween cocks and midnight . Body o ' me ! what an inn this is ! The lights out , and the landlord asleep . Holá ! ancient Baltasar ! Balt . [ waking . ] Here I am . Chis . Yes , there ...
الصفحة 167
... Chis . Do not trouble yourself about him . We have stopped a moment to breathe our horses ; and , if he chooses to ... Chis . [ eating . ] Conscience of Portalegre ! Stewed kitten , you mean ! Balt . And a pitcher of Pedro Ximenes , with ...
... Chis . Do not trouble yourself about him . We have stopped a moment to breathe our horses ; and , if he chooses to ... Chis . [ eating . ] Conscience of Portalegre ! Stewed kitten , you mean ! Balt . And a pitcher of Pedro Ximenes , with ...
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عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
angel art thou Balt Bart beautiful behold belfry BELFRY OF BRUGES beneath birds breath bride bright brooklet Bruges Carlos child Chis clouds Count of Lara Cruz Cruzado dance dark dead Death Don Carlos Dost thou doth dreams earth eyes fair father fear fire flowers Gascon GASPAR BECERRA Gipsy girl gleam gold golden grave Guy de Dampierre hand hear heard heart heaven holy HYPOLITO JULIUS MOSEN land light lips look LORD'S SUPPER loud maiden midnight morning night Nils Juel NORTH CAPE o'er Padre pass poem Pray prayer Preciosa rain ring rise round sail Saint Sandalphon sang SCENE shadows shalt ship silent singing sleep smile soft song soul sound SPANISH STUDENT stands star stood sweet tears Tharaw thee thine thou art thoughts Timoneda unto Vict Victor Galbraith Victorian village voice walls wave weary wild wind youth
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 95 - Last night, the moon had a golden ring, And to-night no moon we see!" The skipper, he blew a whiff from his pipe, And a scornful laugh laughed he.
الصفحة 292 - Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small : Though with patience he stands waiting, with exactness grinds he all.
الصفحة 314 - ... ,Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale ! In spite of rock and tempest's roar. In spite of false lights on the shore, Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea ! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee...
الصفحة 267 - I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me That my soul cannot resist: A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
الصفحة 328 - Let us do our work as well, Both the unseen and the seen ; Make the house, where Gods may dwell, Beautiful, entire, and clean. Else our lives are incomplete, Standing in these walls of Time, Broken stairways, where the feet Stumble as they seek to climb. Build to-day, then, strong and sure, With a firm and ample base ; And ascending and secure Shall to-morrow find its place.
الصفحة 326 - But a fair maiden, in her Father's mansion, Clothed with celestial grace ; And beautiful with all the soul's expansion Shall we behold her face. And though at times impetuous with emotion And anguish long suppressed, The swelling heart heaves moaning like the ocean, That cannot be at rest, — We will be patient, and assuage the feeling We may not wholly stay ; By silence sanctifying, not concealing, The grief that must have way.
الصفحة 326 - She is not dead, — the child of our affection, — But gone unto that school Where she no longer needs our poor protection, And Christ himself doth rule. In that great cloister's stillness and seclusion, By guardian angels led, Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution, She lives, whom we call dead.
الصفحة 144 - BESIDE the ungathered rice he lay, His sickle in his hand; His breast was bare, his matted hair Was buried in the sand. Again, in the mist and shadow of sleep, He saw his Native Land.
الصفحة 10 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
الصفحة 96 - Some ship in distress, that cannot live In such an angry sea ! " " O father ! I see a gleaming light, O say, what may it be ? " But the father answered never a word, A frozen corpse was he. Lashed to the helm, all stiff and stark, With his face to the skies, The lantern gleamed through the gleaming snow On his fixed and glassy eyes.