Handbook of Best ReadingsSolomon Henry Clark C. Scribner's Sons, 1902 - 561 Seiten |
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
ain't ALFRED PERCIVAL GRAVES Annabel Lee Armgart baby beautiful bless Blynken Burglar Bill child COUNT cried dat's dead dear dere don'd door Dora EDWARD ROWLAND SILL ELIS EUGENE FIELD eyes face father feel Filippo girl GRAF GRETCHEN Habersham Hamish hand happy head hear heart heaven horse Huguenot Jean Valjean Judas Iscariot King kiss LADY GIOVANNA leetle light Line lips live look Lord Malindy Mandalay married Marster mother never night o'er pray road to Mandalay Rohab silence sing sleep smile song soul stars stood sweet tell thee thing thou thought took turned Twas valleys of Hall voice W'en walk WALPURGA wife WILLIAM HENRY DRUMMOND WILLIAM WORDSWORTH woman word wreath Yaboo young
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 489 - And bade me creep past. No! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers The heroes of old, Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears Of pain, darkness and cold. For sudden the worst turns the best to the brave, The black minute's at end, And the elements...
Seite 478 - Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair! Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu; And, happy melodist, unwearied, For ever piping songs for ever new; More happy love!
Seite 473 - But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we, Of many far wiser than we; And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Anabel Lee: For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee...
Seite 465 - I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn ; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea ; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
Seite 480 - For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead. My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will, The ship is...
Seite xix - It must be by his death: and, for my part, I know no personal cause to spurn at him, But for the general. He would be crown'd: How that might change his nature, there's the question: It is the bright day that brings forth the adder; And that craves wary walking.
Seite 482 - In his bed at night. Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We daren't go a-hunting For fear of little men ; Wee folk, good folk, Trooping all together; Green jacket, red cap, And white owl's feather!
Seite 482 - Sleepless! and soon the small birds' melodies Must hear, first uttered from my orchard trees; And the first cuckoo's melancholy cry. Even thus last night, and two nights more, I lay, And could not win thee, Sleep! by any stealth: So do not let me wear...
Seite 356 - Make subterraneous music, like the noise Of bagpipers on distant highland hills. The shepherd, at such warning, of his flock Bethought him, and he to himself would say, The winds are now devising work for me!
Seite 465 - Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not.