Poems of Places Oceana 1 V.; England 4; Scotland 3 V: Iceland, Switzerland, Greece, Russia, Asia, 3 America 5, Tom 18 |
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Strona ix
... soldier's pride Touched to the quick , he said : " . " I'm killed , sire ! And , his chief beside , Smiling the boy fell dead . Robert Browning . THE TORTURE - CHAMBER AT RATISBON . DOWN the broad 2 POEMS OF PLACES .
... soldier's pride Touched to the quick , he said : " . " I'm killed , sire ! And , his chief beside , Smiling the boy fell dead . Robert Browning . THE TORTURE - CHAMBER AT RATISBON . DOWN the broad 2 POEMS OF PLACES .
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... dead ! In its veins the blood is hot and red , And a heart still beats in those ribs of oak That time may have tamed , but has not broke ! It comes from Bacharach on the Rhine , Is one of the three best kinds of wine , And costs some ...
... dead ! In its veins the blood is hot and red , And a heart still beats in those ribs of oak That time may have tamed , but has not broke ! It comes from Bacharach on the Rhine , Is one of the three best kinds of wine , And costs some ...
Strona 57
... it out frankly say he's dead ! Is it not so ? HUBERT . No ; if you please ; A strange , mysterious disease Fell on him with a sudden blight . Whole hours together he would stand Upon the terrace , RHINE , THE RIVER . 5.7.
... it out frankly say he's dead ! Is it not so ? HUBERT . No ; if you please ; A strange , mysterious disease Fell on him with a sudden blight . Whole hours together he would stand Upon the terrace , RHINE , THE RIVER . 5.7.
Strona 58
... , Began to mutter their hocus - pocus . First , the Mass for the dead they chanted , Then three times laid upon his head A shovelful of churchyard clay , Saying to him , as he stood undaunted , " 58 POEMS OF PLACES .
... , Began to mutter their hocus - pocus . First , the Mass for the dead they chanted , Then three times laid upon his head A shovelful of churchyard clay , Saying to him , as he stood undaunted , " 58 POEMS OF PLACES .
Strona 59
... dead , So in thy heart be penitent ! " And forth from the chapel door he went Into disgrace and banishment , Clothed in a cloak of hodden gray , And bearing a wallet , and a bell , Whose sound should be a perpetual knell To keep all ...
... dead , So in thy heart be penitent ! " And forth from the chapel door he went Into disgrace and banishment , Clothed in a cloak of hodden gray , And bearing a wallet , and a bell , Whose sound should be a perpetual knell To keep all ...
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Poems of Places Oceana 1 V.; England 4; Scotland 3 V: Iceland ..., Tom 18 Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Podgląd niedostępny - 2016 |
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ancient Bacharach Behold bells beneath blessing blood brave breath bright brothers brow castle Charlemagne Chrimhild clock cried dark dead dear deep Dodendorf doth dream drink Dulcken earth ELSIE eyes fair Fastrada Fatherland Ferdinand Freiligrath flowers forever gaze German shall remain gleam gold golden Gottfried August Bürger H. W. Dulcken hand Hark hast hath heart heaven Heinrich Heine Henry Wadsworth Longfellow hills holy HUBERT Ilsan Justinus Kerner Karl Simrock king lady land Legends light lips looks Lord Lorelei maid maiden mountains ne'er neath never night noble o'er PRINCE HENRY Rhine river roses round Rübezahl Rudesheim sabre smote hard Schill shine Simon Dach sing song sorrow soul sound spake stand stone stood Stralsund Strasburg stream sweet sword smiteth hard Tegernsee Tharaw thee thine thou thy sabre smote thy sword smiteth tide towers vine walls wander waters wave Weinsberg wild wine yonder youth
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Strona 13 - Away with these ! true Wisdom's world will be Within its own creation, or in thine, Maternal Nature ! for who teems like thee, Thus on the banks of thy majestic Rhine ? There Harold gazes on a work divine, A blending of all beauties ; streams and dells, Fruit, foliage, crag, wood, cornfield, mountain, vine, And chiefless castles breathing stern farewells From gray but leafy walls, where Ruin greenly dwells.
Strona 14 - But they who fought are in a bloody shroud, And those which waved are shredless dust ere now, And the bleak battlements shall bear no future blow.
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Strona viii - Emperor, by God's grace We've got you Ratisbon! The Marshal's in the market-place, And you'll be there anon To see your flag-bird flap his vans Where I, to heart's desire, Perched him!
Strona 89 - Then," said the stranger, cheerily, " be it so. What Hell may be I know not ; this I know, — I cannot lose the presence of the Lord : One arm, Humility, takes hold upon His dear Humanity ; the other, Love, Clasps his Divinity. So where 1 go He goes ; and better fire-walled Hell with Him Than golden-gated Paradise without.
Strona 107 - ANNIE of Tharaw, my true love of old, She is my life, and my goods, and my gold. Annie of Tharaw, her heart once again To me has surrendered in joy and in pain.
Strona 215 - THE Wildgrave winds his bugle horn, To horse, to horse ! halloo, halloo ! His fiery courser snuffs the morn, And thronging serfs their lord pursue. The eager pack, from couples freed, Dash through the bush, the brier, the brake ; While answering hound, and horn, and steed, The mountain echoes startling wake. The beams of God's own hallow'd day Had painted yonder spire with gold, And, calling sinful man to pray, Loud, long, and deep the bell had...