The Heart of Oak Books, Книги 5Kate Stephens, Charles Eliot Norton, George Henry Browne D. C. Heath & Company, 1895 |
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... thee , who mindful of th ' unhonour'd Dead , Dost in these lines their artless tale relate ; If chance , by lonely contemplation led , Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate , - Haply some hoary - headed swain may say , " Oft have ...
... thee , who mindful of th ' unhonour'd Dead , Dost in these lines their artless tale relate ; If chance , by lonely contemplation led , Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate , - Haply some hoary - headed swain may say , " Oft have ...
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... thee , O fair Almira at the Academy ! And so the dreadful massacre began ; O'er fields and orchards , and o'er woodland crests , The ceaseless fusillade of terror ran . Dead fell the birds , with blood - stains on their breasts , Or ...
... thee , O fair Almira at the Academy ! And so the dreadful massacre began ; O'er fields and orchards , and o'er woodland crests , The ceaseless fusillade of terror ran . Dead fell the birds , with blood - stains on their breasts , Or ...
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... thee a dog's life of it ; but never mind , my lad , whilst I live thou shalt never want a friend to stand by thee ! " Wolf would wag his tail , look wistfully in his master's face , and if dogs can feel pity , I verily believe he ...
... thee a dog's life of it ; but never mind , my lad , whilst I live thou shalt never want a friend to stand by thee ! " Wolf would wag his tail , look wistfully in his master's face , and if dogs can feel pity , I verily believe he ...
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... thee and come to dust . No exorciser harm thee ! Nor no witchcraft charm thee ! Ghost unlaid forbear thee ! Nothing ill come near thee ! Quiet consummation have ; And renowned be thy grave ! ANNABEL LEE . Edgar Allan Poe . It was many ...
... thee and come to dust . No exorciser harm thee ! Nor no witchcraft charm thee ! Ghost unlaid forbear thee ! Nothing ill come near thee ! Quiet consummation have ; And renowned be thy grave ! ANNABEL LEE . Edgar Allan Poe . It was many ...
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... thee , I were blest , Where thou lies low , and takes thy rest , On fair Kirconnell Lee . 6 I wish my grave were growing green , A winding - sheet drawn ower my een , " And I in Helen's arms lying , On fair Kirconnell Lee . 2 na , not ...
... thee , I were blest , Where thou lies low , and takes thy rest , On fair Kirconnell Lee . 6 I wish my grave were growing green , A winding - sheet drawn ower my een , " And I in Helen's arms lying , On fair Kirconnell Lee . 2 na , not ...
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Стр. 253 - THREE years she grew in sun and shower; Then Nature said, "A lovelier flower On earth was never sown ; This Child I to myself will take; She shall be mine, and I will make A Lady of my own. "Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse : and with me The Girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain.
Стр. 224 - I WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden daffodils, Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Стр. 184 - The harbour-bay was clear as glass, So smoothly it was strewn! And on the bay the moonlight lay, And the shadow of the Moon. The rock shone bright, the kirk no less, That stands above the rock: The moonlight steeped in silentness The steady weathercock.
Стр. 2 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind ; The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame,. Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame. Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife, Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray ; Along the cool sequester'd vale of life, They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
Стр. 189 - 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.
Стр. 345 - Lyrical Ballads, in which it was agreed that my endeavours should be directed to persons and characters supernatural, or at least romantic — yet so as to transfer from our inward nature a human interest and a semblance of truth sufficient to procure for these shadows of imagination that willing suspension of disbelief, for the moment, which constitutes poetic faith.
Стр. 181 - The Sun, right up above the mast, Had fixed her to the ocean: But in a minute she 'gan stir, With a short uneasy motion Backwards and forwards half her length With a short uneasy motion.
Стр. 187 - I never saw aught like to them, Unless perchance it were Brown skeletons of leaves that lag My forest-brook along; When the ivy-tod is heavy with snow, And the owlet whoops to the wolf below, That eats the she-wolf's young.
Стр. 258 - As You LIKE IT Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And turn his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither! come hither! come hither! Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun And loves to live i' the sun, Seeking the food he eats And pleased with what he gets, Come hither!
Стр. 187 - Upon the whirl, where sank the ship, The boat spun round and round; And all was still, save that the hill Was telling of the sound. I...