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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Allen-a-Dale beauty beggar beneath Bethnal Green blessed blind blow breast bright busy bee cheer child Cock Robin cold cried dead dear death Dobbin door Dora Greenwell doth Eliza Cook eyes fair fair lady father flowers gallant Gelert Gilpin glad gone grave green hand happy haste hath head hear heard heart heaven hill Inchcape Inchcape Rock Jane Taylor John Barleycorn Kirkley Hall kissed knee lady lamb light live Lochinvar look Lord William loud Mary Howitt merry morning mother ne'er Netherby never night nurse o'er play poor pray pretty Bessie Queen quoth Rattle-tattle Robin rock Romford round shining sing sleep smile song sorrow soul stay storm stream summer sweet tears tell thee There's things thou thought Tom Hood tree unto voice warm waves weep wild wind yaup
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 113 - OH, young Lochinvar is come out of the west; Through all the wide Border his steed was the best, And save his good broadsword he weapons had none; He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the
Seite 146 - struck the hour for retiring; And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with.
Seite 177 - The combat deepens. On, ye brave Who rush to glory or the grave! Wave, Munich, all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry! Few, few shall part where many meet! The snow shall be their winding-sheet, And every turf beneath their feet Shall be a soldier's sepulchre!
Seite 116 - of the Netherby clan; Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran; There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lee; But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see. So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar
Seite 129 - thousands had sunk on the ground overpowered, The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die. When reposing that night on my pallet of straw, By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it
Seite 154 - orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be; In their gold coats spots you see,— These be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours. I must go seek some dew-drops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear. Shakespeare, THE
Seite 148 - Volleyed and thundered: Stormed at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of hell Rode the six hundred. Flashed all their sabres bare, Flashed as they turned in air, Sabring the gunners there, Charging an army,
Seite 335 - And call the cattle home, Across the sands o' Dee." The western wind was wild and dank wi' foam, And all alone went she. The creeping tide came up along the sand, And o'er and o'er the sand, And round and round the sand, As far as eye could see; The blinding mist came down
Seite 173 - No enemy, But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun, And loves to lie i' the sun, Seeking the food he eats, And pleased with what he gets, Come hither, come hither, come hither! Here shall he see No enemy, But winter and rough weather. THE
Seite 6 - OFT have I heard of Lucy Gray; And, when I crossed the wild, I chanced to see, at break of day, The solitary child. No mate, no comrade Lucy knew; She dwelt on a wide moor, The sweetest thing that ever grew Beside a human door ! " To-night will be a stormy night—