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الصفحة 16
... heart , and that was far away ; He reeked not of the life he lost , nor prize , But where his rude hut by the Danube lay , There were his young barbarians all at play , There was their Dacian mother - he , their sire , Butcher'd to make ...
... heart , and that was far away ; He reeked not of the life he lost , nor prize , But where his rude hut by the Danube lay , There were his young barbarians all at play , There was their Dacian mother - he , their sire , Butcher'd to make ...
الصفحة 22
... heart of Fairfax shall feel a sicklier qualm , And the rebel lips of Oliver give out a louder psalm , When they see my lady's gewgaw flaunt proudly on their wing , And hear her loyal soldiers shout , For God and for the King ! " " " 4 ...
... heart of Fairfax shall feel a sicklier qualm , And the rebel lips of Oliver give out a louder psalm , When they see my lady's gewgaw flaunt proudly on their wing , And hear her loyal soldiers shout , For God and for the King ! " " " 4 ...
الصفحة 24
... heart - Fairfax had left the King's army when civil war threatened . Oliver , Oliver Cromwell . Psalm , a taunt at Cromwell's religious- ness . Lady's gewgaw , the banner she had given . Verse 4. A Puritan speaks . The royalists have ...
... heart - Fairfax had left the King's army when civil war threatened . Oliver , Oliver Cromwell . Psalm , a taunt at Cromwell's religious- ness . Lady's gewgaw , the banner she had given . Verse 4. A Puritan speaks . The royalists have ...
الصفحة 31
... heart - felt joy Of giving thanks to God - not thanks of form , A word and a grimace , but reverently , With cover'd face , and upward earnest eye . Hail , SABBATH ! thee I hail , the poor man's day ! The pale mechanic now has leave to ...
... heart - felt joy Of giving thanks to God - not thanks of form , A word and a grimace , but reverently , With cover'd face , and upward earnest eye . Hail , SABBATH ! thee I hail , the poor man's day ! The pale mechanic now has leave to ...
الصفحة 32
... heart : Ne1 were the goodly exercises spared That brace the nerves , or make the limbs alert , And mix elastic force with firmness hard : Was never knight on ground mote3 be with him compared . Sometimes , with early morn , he mounted ...
... heart : Ne1 were the goodly exercises spared That brace the nerves , or make the limbs alert , And mix elastic force with firmness hard : Was never knight on ground mote3 be with him compared . Sometimes , with early morn , he mounted ...
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
ancient army aurora borealis battle body born called cold Dacian death deep Dendermond died drink Driver Ants earth England English eyes fall feet fire flesh-forming force gold green hand Hard hath head heard heart heat engine heaven Henry of Navarre hill honour hundred Indian island Julius Cæsar kind King land light live London look Lord marriage miles mountain nature never night o'er passed plants poems poet poor Puritan rest Rip Van Winkle rise river rock Roman Rome round ruin savage seems seen side soul SPELL AND PRONOUNCE spirit starch stone sun spots surface sweating sickness tell temples thee things thou thought tion Trajan trees uncle Toby Verse walls waves whole wild wind wood words
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 241 - Beyond the shadow of the ship, I watched the water-snakes: They moved in tracks of shining white, And when they reared, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes. Within the shadow of the ship I watched their rich attire: Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, They coiled and swam; and every track Was a flash of golden fire.
الصفحة 16 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his droop'd head sinks gradually low — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower; and now The arena swims around him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won.
الصفحة 67 - Shall one by one be gathered to thy side, By those, who in their turn shall follow them. So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
الصفحة 238 - And a good south wind sprung up behind ; The Albatross did follow, And every day, for food or play, Came to the mariner's hollo ! In mist or cloud, on mast or shroud, It perched for vespers nine ; Whiles all the night, through fog-smoke white, Glimmered the white Moon-shine.
الصفحة 154 - Oft, in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me : The smiles, the tears, Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken ; The eyes that shone, Now dimmed and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken ! Thus, in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain hath bound me, Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me.
الصفحة 236 - He holds him with his glittering eye — The Wedding-Guest stood still, And listens like a three years' child: The Mariner hath his will.
الصفحة 373 - All this? ay, more: Fret till your proud heart break; Go, show your slaves how choleric you are, And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge? Must I observe you? Must I stand and crouch Under your testy humour? By the gods, You shall digest the venom of your spleen, Though it do split you; for, from this day forth, I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter, When you are waspish.
الصفحة 238 - Nor dim nor red, like God's own head, The glorious Sun uprist: Then all averred, I had killed the bird That brought the fog and mist. 'Twas right, said they, such birds to slay, That bring the fog and mist.
الصفحة 237 - At length did cross an Albatross, Thorough the fog it came ; As if it had been a Christian soul, We hailed it in God's name.
الصفحة 88 - His children, too, were as ragged and wild as if they belonged to nobody. His son Rip, an urchin begotten in his own likeness, promised to inherit the habits, with the old clothes, of his father. He was generally seen trooping like a colt at his mother's heels, equipped in a pair of his father's cast-off...