Little Classics, Volúmenes13-14Rossiter Johnson Houghton, Mifflin and Company, 1875 |
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... parent of the blissful hour , Thy glades forlorn confess the tyrant's power . Here , as I take my solitary rounds Amidst thy tangling walks and ruined grounds , Where once the cottage stood , the hawthorn grew ,. THE DESERTED VILLAGE . 9.
... parent of the blissful hour , Thy glades forlorn confess the tyrant's power . Here , as I take my solitary rounds Amidst thy tangling walks and ruined grounds , Where once the cottage stood , the hawthorn grew ,. THE DESERTED VILLAGE . 9.
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Rossiter Johnson. Where once the cottage stood , the hawthorn grew , Remembrance wakes with all her busy train , Swells at my breast , and turns the past to pain . In all my wanderings round this world of care , In all my griefs- and God ...
Rossiter Johnson. Where once the cottage stood , the hawthorn grew , Remembrance wakes with all her busy train , Swells at my breast , and turns the past to pain . In all my wanderings round this world of care , In all my griefs- and God ...
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Rossiter Johnson. ze ; ; won . low , The reverend champion stood . At his control Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul ; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise , And his last faltering accents whispered praise . At ...
Rossiter Johnson. ze ; ; won . low , The reverend champion stood . At his control Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul ; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise , And his last faltering accents whispered praise . At ...
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... . " Hold off ! unhand me , graybeard loon ! " Eftsoons his hand dropt he . He holds him with his glittering eye , The Wedding - Guest stood still , - 1g eye , The Wedding - Guest sat on a. THE ANCIENT MARINER Samuel Taylor Coleridge.
... . " Hold off ! unhand me , graybeard loon ! " Eftsoons his hand dropt he . He holds him with his glittering eye , The Wedding - Guest stood still , - 1g eye , The Wedding - Guest sat on a. THE ANCIENT MARINER Samuel Taylor Coleridge.
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... stood ! I bit my arm , I sucked the blood , And cried , A sail ! a sail ! " With throats unslaked , with black lips baked , Agape they heard me call : Gramercy ! they for joy did grin , xed , ked , " See ! see ! (. 28 LITTLE CLASSICS .
... stood ! I bit my arm , I sucked the blood , And cried , A sail ! a sail ! " With throats unslaked , with black lips baked , Agape they heard me call : Gramercy ! they for joy did grin , xed , ked , " See ! see ! (. 28 LITTLE CLASSICS .
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Términos y frases comunes
Agnes Beadsman beneath Bingen bird blest blood bowers breast breath bright brow cloud Clusium cold Connocht Moran's corse curse dark dead dear deep door dream dungeon earth EUGENE ARAM EVE OF ST Excalibur eyes fair fear fell fierce fled flew flowers frae gaze gray green grew hand hath heard heart heaven HORATIUS hung Kilmeny King King Arthur knew lady land Lars Porsena light lily lonely looked loud Madeline moon morn mortal never Nevermore night o'er odor pale Peri Porphyro Porsena pray Quoth Rhine rose round sails seen Sensitive Plant shadow shipwrecked coast shone sigh silent Sir Bedivere SKELETON IN ARMOR sleep smile soft soul sound spake spirit star stood sweet TAM O'SHANTER tears tell thee thine thing THOMAS HOOD thou thought trembling voice wall Wedding-Guest weep whisper wild wind wings
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Página 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?
Página 198 - The old order changeth, yielding place to new, And God fulfils himself in many ways, Lest one good custom should corrupt the world.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 10 - To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose...