Little Classics, Tomy 13-14Rossiter Johnson Houghton, Mifflin and Company, 1875 |
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... lonely flute ; And now it is an angel's song , That makes the heavens be mute . " It ceased ; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon , A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June , That to the sleeping ...
... lonely flute ; And now it is an angel's song , That makes the heavens be mute . " It ceased ; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon , A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June , That to the sleeping ...
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... ; And oft amidst the lonely rocks She sings sweet madrigals . Placed in the foxglove and the moss , Behold a parted warrior's cross ! That is the spot wh Enjoys that , in communion sweet , The living and. LITTLE CLASSICS .
... ; And oft amidst the lonely rocks She sings sweet madrigals . Placed in the foxglove and the moss , Behold a parted warrior's cross ! That is the spot wh Enjoys that , in communion sweet , The living and. LITTLE CLASSICS .
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... lonely folk cut off unseen , And hid in sudden graves ; And horrid stabs , in groves forlorn , And murders done in caves ; And how the sprites of injured men Shriek upward from the sod ; Ay , how the ghostly hand will point To show the ...
... lonely folk cut off unseen , And hid in sudden graves ; And horrid stabs , in groves forlorn , And murders done in caves ; And how the sprites of injured men Shriek upward from the sod ; Ay , how the ghostly hand will point To show the ...
Strona 90
... lonely field , The moon shone clear and cold : Now here , said I , this man shall die , And I will have his gold ! " Two sudden blows with a ragged stick , And one with a heavy stone , One hurried gash with a hasty knife , And then the ...
... lonely field , The moon shone clear and cold : Now here , said I , this man shall die , And I will have his gold ! " Two sudden blows with a ragged stick , And one with a heavy stone , One hurried gash with a hasty knife , And then the ...
Strona 97
... , One howled , Upon the deep we are astray . ' On our wild hearts , his words fell like a blight ; In one short hour my hair was stricken gray , 11 the crew sank ghastly in my sight " Madness fell on me in my loneliness , The. 97.
... , One howled , Upon the deep we are astray . ' On our wild hearts , his words fell like a blight ; In one short hour my hair was stricken gray , 11 the crew sank ghastly in my sight " Madness fell on me in my loneliness , The. 97.
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Strona 29 - Are those her ribs through which the Sun Did peer, as through a grate? And is that Woman all her crew? Is that a DEATH? and are there two? Is DEATH that woman's mate?
Strona 198 - The old order changeth, yielding place to new, And God fulfils himself in many ways, Lest one good custom should corrupt the world.
Strona 28 - There passed a weary time. Each throat Was parched, and glazed each eye. A weary time! A weary time! How glazed each weary eye, When looking westward, I beheld A something in the sky. At first it seemed a little speck, And then it seemed a mist; It moved and moved, and took at last A certain shape, I wist.
Strona 45 - 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.
Strona 150 - thing of evil! — prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us — by that God we both adore — Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore — Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.
Strona 11 - The sober herd that lowed to meet their young; The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school; The watchdog's voice that bayed the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind; These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And filled each pause the nightingale had made.
Strona 36 - twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute; And now it is an angel's song That makes the heavens be mute. " It ceased"; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Strona 146 - And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me— filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating, "* Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door, Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door: This it is and nothing more.
Strona 145 - Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and. curious volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " "Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more.
Strona 10 - To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose...