Penny readings in prose and verse, selected and ed. by J.E. Carpenter, Band 51866 |
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... soul abroad In such an ecstasy ! Still wouldst thou sing , and I have ears in vain- To thy high requiem become a sod . Thou wast not born for death , immortal Bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice I hear this passing ...
... soul abroad In such an ecstasy ! Still wouldst thou sing , and I have ears in vain- To thy high requiem become a sod . Thou wast not born for death , immortal Bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice I hear this passing ...
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... soul of Rome With the brave sound of Freedom , till she rose , And from her giant - limbs the shackles dropped , Burst by one mighty throe ? Hadst thou died then , History had crowned thee with a glorious title— Deliverer of thy country ...
... soul of Rome With the brave sound of Freedom , till she rose , And from her giant - limbs the shackles dropped , Burst by one mighty throe ? Hadst thou died then , History had crowned thee with a glorious title— Deliverer of thy country ...
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... saves for me my precious soul ; Then happy lie ; for blest am I ; Without me my sweet babe would die . Then do not fear , my boy ! for thee Bold as a lion will I be ; And I will always be thy guide , Through hollow Her Eyes are Wild . 21.
... saves for me my precious soul ; Then happy lie ; for blest am I ; Without me my sweet babe would die . Then do not fear , my boy ! for thee Bold as a lion will I be ; And I will always be thy guide , Through hollow Her Eyes are Wild . 21.
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... souls and more , - Along with all the furniture , to fill their new abodes , — To judge by what is still on hand , at least a hundred loads . ' Twas on a dreary winter's eve , the night was closing dim , When old Miles Standish took the ...
... souls and more , - Along with all the furniture , to fill their new abodes , — To judge by what is still on hand , at least a hundred loads . ' Twas on a dreary winter's eve , the night was closing dim , When old Miles Standish took the ...
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... soul ? Thy bane is in thy shallow skull , not in my silver bowl ! I love the memory of the past , -its pressed yet fragrant flowers , - The moss that clothes its broken walls , —the ivy on its towers , - Nay , this poor bauble it ...
... soul ? Thy bane is in thy shallow skull , not in my silver bowl ! I love the memory of the past , -its pressed yet fragrant flowers , - The moss that clothes its broken walls , —the ivy on its towers , - Nay , this poor bauble it ...
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Penny Readings in Prose and Verse, Selected and Ed. by J.E. Carpenter Joseph Edwards Carpenter Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2019 |
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Annabel Lee bell bold born brave bride character CHARLES DIBDIN cloud Columbus cried Dalhem Dame Van Winkle DAVID HUME dead dear death died Duke earth ELIZA COOK England eyes father fear galloping Glen hand Hasselt hast hath head hear heard heart Heaven heerd honour Hume Inchcape Inchcape Rock Jaffier Joris King land laugh live look Lord MICHAEL DRAYTON mind mirth mother mountain ne'er never night noble Norv o'er Penny Readings Peter Stuyvesant Pier poet poor Princess Royal provarbe Rip Van Winkle Robert Nicoll rock Roland round Saint Valentine Seth Shakspeare shook song soul stood story sweet sword tears tell thee there's thine thing thou thought Tinfoil tink tongue tree Turlough's Twas village voice wife wild WILLIAM CARLETON Wolf words
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 109 - 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 ANNABEL LEE. For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE ; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE.
Seite 153 - Julius bleed for justice' sake ? What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, And not for justice? What ! shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus ? I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
Seite 35 - twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Seite 154 - I did send to you For certain sums of gold, which you denied me; — For I can raise no money by vile means : By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash, By any indirection. I did send To you for gold to pay my legions, Which you denied me: Was that done like Cassius ? Should I have answer'd Caius Cassius so?
Seite 166 - ... twere the mirror up to nature ; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure. Now, this overdone, or come tardy off, though it make the unskilful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve ; the censure of which one must, in your allowance, o'erweigh a whole theatre of others.
Seite 155 - O Cassius, you are yoked with a lamb That carries anger as the flint bears fire ; Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spark, And straight is cold again.
Seite 6 - With Spanish yew so strong, Arrows a cloth-yard long, That like to serpents stung, Piercing the weather; None from his fellow starts, But playing manly parts, And like true English hearts, Stuck close together. When down their bows they threw, And forth their bilboes...