Madoc, Volumen1Longman, 1807 |
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Términos y frases comunes
Aberfraw Amalahta amid arms Aztecas Aztlan bade Bard bark battle beheld beloved bidding blessing blood brave brethren Briton brother Cadwallon Caradoc cheek Chief child Coanocotzin coracle Corwen cried Cyveilioc dark dear death Deheubarth Dinevawr dreadful dwelling enterprize Erillyab evil exclaimed falchion father's fear feeling fell fire gazed gentle Gods Goervyl hand happy harp hast hath hauberk hear heard heart Heaven Hoamen Hoel holy honourable hope hour King land Lincoya Llewelyn Lord Of Ocean Lord Rhys Mathraval Mexitli mountain Neolin night o'er Ocelopan Owen Owen's Pabas peace prayer Priest Prince Madoc replied Rhys Ririd rites Rodri rose round sail sate Saxon shame shield shore sight silent song soul spake spear Spirit Stone of Blood stood Strangers strength sword tale Tezozomoc thee thine thou thought Tlalala Tlaloc Tyger Urien voice waves weened wind wonder wrath wretched youth Yuhidthiton
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Página 112 - Wing their far flight aloft, and round and round The plovers wheel, and give their note of joy. It was a day that sent into the heart A summer feeling ; even the insect swarms From...
Página 111 - There was not, on that day, a speck to stain The azure heaven ; the blessed Sun, alone, In unapproachable divinity, Careered, rejoicing in his 'fields of light. How beautiful, beneath the bright blue sky, The billows...
Página 31 - And with an eager and suspended soul, Woo terror to delight us. ... But to hear The roaring of the raging elements, . . To know all human skill, all human strength, Avail not, . . to look round, and only see The mountain wave incumbent with its weight Of bursting waters o'er the reeling bark, . . . O God, this is indeed a dreadful thing ! And he who hath endured the horror once Of such an hour, doth never hear the storm Howl round his home, but he remembers it, And thinks upon the suffering mariner.
Página 122 - Rolled the loud mountain-stream. • When Madoc came, A little child was sporting by the brook, Floating the fallen leaves, that he might see them Whirl in the eddy now and now be driven Down the descent, now on the smoother stream Sail onward far away. But when he heard The horse's tramp, he raised his head and watched The Prince, who now dismounted and drew nigh.
Página 65 - AGAIN, and now with better hope, I sought The city of the King : there went with me lolo, old lolo, he who knows The virtue of all herbs of mount or vale, Or greenwood shade, or quiet brooklet's bed ; Whatever lore of science or of song Sages and Bards of old have handed down.
Página 32 - I called the mariners : Vain were it should we bend a homeward course, Driven by the storm so far ; they saw our barks, For service of that long and perilous way, Disabled, and our food belike to fail. Silent they heard, reluctant in assent ; Anon, they shouted joyfully. — I looked, And saw a bird slow sailing overhead, His long white pinions by the sunbeam edged, As though with burnished silver.
Página 49 - There Aztlan stood upon the farther shore ; Amid the shade of trees its dwellings rose, Their level roofs with turrets set around, And battlements all burnished white, which shone Like silver in the sunshine. I beheld The imperial city, her far-circling walls, Her garden groves and stately palaces, Her temples mountain size, her thousand roofs; And when I saw her might and majesty, My mind misgave me then.
Página 112 - From their dark nooks and coverts issued forth, To sport through one day of existence more ; The solitary primrose on the bank Seemed now as though it had no cause to mourn Its bleak autumnal birth ; the Rocks and Shores, The Forest, and the everlasting Hills, Smiled in that joyful sunshine, — they partook The universal blessing.
Página 57 - Their mail, if mail it may be called, was woven Of vegetable down, like finest flax, Bleached to the whiteness of the new-fallen...
Página 255 - On the top Of yon magnolia the loud turkey's voice Is heralding the dawn; from tree to tree Extends the wakening watch-note, far and wide, Till the whole woodlands echo with the cry.