Ballads and Other PoemsJ. Owen, 1842 - 132 páginas |
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... wild , wood- land landscape . Around you are forests of fir . Over head hang the long , fan - like branches , trailing with moss , and heavy with red and blue cones . Under foot is a carpet of yellow leaves ; and the air is warm and ...
... wild , wood- land landscape . Around you are forests of fir . Over head hang the long , fan - like branches , trailing with moss , and heavy with red and blue cones . Under foot is a carpet of yellow leaves ; and the air is warm and ...
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... golden chain . On the crown rests a wreath of wild roses , and below it another of cypress . Loose over her shoul- ders falls her flaxen hair ; and her blue inno- cent eyes are fixed upon the ground . O thou xvi PREFACE .
... golden chain . On the crown rests a wreath of wild roses , and below it another of cypress . Loose over her shoul- ders falls her flaxen hair ; and her blue inno- cent eyes are fixed upon the ground . O thou xvi PREFACE .
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... song has told , No Saga taught thee ! Take heed , that in thy verse Thou dost the tale rehearse , Else dread a dead man's curse ! For this I sought thee . " Far in the Northern Land , By the wild 32 BALLADS AND OTHER POEMS .
... song has told , No Saga taught thee ! Take heed , that in thy verse Thou dost the tale rehearse , Else dread a dead man's curse ! For this I sought thee . " Far in the Northern Land , By the wild 32 BALLADS AND OTHER POEMS .
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. " Far in the Northern Land , By the wild Baltic's strand , I , with my childish hand , Tamed the ger - falcon ; And , with my skates fast - bound , Skimmed the half - frozen Sound , That the poor whimpering ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. " Far in the Northern Land , By the wild Baltic's strand , I , with my childish hand , Tamed the ger - falcon ; And , with my skates fast - bound , Skimmed the half - frozen Sound , That the poor whimpering ...
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... Wild was the life we led ; Many the souls that sped , Many the hearts that bled , By our stern orders . Many a wassail - bout Wore the long Winter out ; Often our midnight shout Set the cocks crowing , As we the Berserk's tale Measured ...
... Wild was the life we led ; Many the souls that sped , Many the hearts that bled , By our stern orders . Many a wassail - bout Wore the long Winter out ; Often our midnight shout Set the cocks crowing , As we the Berserk's tale Measured ...
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Términos y frases comunes
angels answer Art thou Atonement ballad beautiful belfry birds blessed BLIND BARTIMEUS blossom blue bosom breast bride bridegroom bright brown ale child Christ church clouds crown crystal tall Death deep dream earth ENDYMION evermore Excelsior eyes face faith fall father feast fennel flames flowers Galilee garland glance gleaming goblet God's-Acre gold golden grave hail hair hand hear heart heaven Hesperus holy kirtle kiss klang Life's light lips lock Lord's LORD'S SUPPER Love Luck of Edenhall Maidens marriage May-pole merry midnight nest Newport night o'er peasants PENTECOST pinions poem pray prayer riding ring river roar round sailing Saint John shadow shine silent silver Skoal sleep slumbering snow soft song soul sound Spirit stands stars steed stood Sweden Swedish tears Tegnér thee thou hast tilt transfigured unto village voice wander weary wedding wild wind wind-mill wore wreath ye children ye promise youth Η πίστις σου
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Página 130 - In happy homes he saw the light Of household fires gleam warm and bright; Above, the spectral glaciers shone, And from his lips escaped a groan, Excelsior! "Try not the Pass!
Página 112 - My life is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary ; My thoughts still cling to the mouldering Past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast And the days are dark and dreary. Be still, sad heart ! and cease repining ; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining ; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.
Página 131 - and rest Thy weary head upon this breast!" A tear stood in his bright blue eye, But still he answered, with a sigh, Excelsior! "Beware the pine-tree's withered branch! Beware the awful avalanche!
Página 127 - Bear through sorrow, wrong, and ruth, In thy heart the dew of youth, On thy lips, the smile of truth. Oh, that dew, like balm, shall steal Into wounds, that cannot heal, Even as sleep our eyes doth seal ; And that smile, like sunshine, dart Into many a sunless heart, For a smile of God thou art.
Página 42 - Her cheeks like the dawn of day, And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds That ope in the month of May. The skipper he stood beside the helm, His pipe was in his mouth, And he watched how the veering flaw did blow The smoke now West, now South. Then up and spake an old...
Página 45 - ... seaman's coat Against the stinging blast ; He cut a rope from a broken spar, And bound her to the mast. "O father! I hear the church-bells ring, Oh say, what may it be?
Página 46 - And ever the fitful gusts between A sound came from the land; It was the sound of the trampling surf, On the rocks and the hard sea-sand. The breakers were right beneath her bows, She drifted a dreary wreck, And a whooping billow swept the crew Like icicles from her deck. She struck where the white and fleecy waves Looked soft as carded wool, But the cruel rocks, they gored her side Like the horns of an angry bull. Her rattling shrouds, all sheathed in ice, With the masts went by the board; Like...
Página 129 - His brow was sad; his eye beneath, Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior ! In happy homes he saw the light Of household fires gleam warm and bright; Above, the spectral glaciers shone, And...
Página 47 - The salt sea was frozen on her breast, The salt tears in her eyes; And he saw her hair, like the brown seaweed, On the billows fall and rise. Such was the wreck of the Hesperus, In the midnight and the snow! Christ save us all from a death like this, On the reef of Norman's Woe!
Página 132 - There in the twilight cold and gray, Lifeless, but beautiful, he lay, And from the sky, serene and far, A voice fell, like a falling star, Excelsior ! POEMS ON SLAVERY.
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The American Discovery of the Norse: An Episode in Nineteenth-century ... Erik Ingvar Thurin Vista de fragmentos - 1999 |
The American Discovery of the Norse: An Episode in Nineteenth-century ... Erik Ingvar Thurin Vista previa limitada - 1999 |