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Seite 166 - And inland rests the green, warm dell; The brook comes tinkling down its side; From out the trees the Sabbath bell Rings cheerful, far and wide, Mingling its sound with bleatings of the flocks That feed about the vale among the rocks.
Seite 166 - Her shrill cry coming through the sparkling foam. But when the light winds lie at rest, And on the glassy, heaving sea, The black duck with her glossy breast Sits swinging silently. How beautiful! no ripples break the reach. And silvery waves go noiseless up the beach.
Seite 69 - THE Abbot arose, and closed his book, And donned his sandal shoon, And wandered forth, alone, to look Upon the summer moon : A starlight sky was o'er his head, A quiet breeze around ; And the flowers a thrilling fragrance shed, And the waves a soothing sound : It was not an hour, nor a scene, for aught But love and calm delight; Yet the holy man had a cloud of thought On his wrinkled brow that night.
Seite 166 - ... feed about the vale among the rocks. Nor holy bell, nor pastoral bleat In former days within the vale; Flapped in the bay the pirate's sheet; Curses were on the gale; Rich goods lay on the sand, and murdered men; Pirate and wrecker kept their revels then. But calm, low voices, words of grace, Now slowly fall upon the ear; A quiet look is in each face, Subdued and holy fear: Each motion gentle; all is kindly done — •Come, listen, how from crime this isle was won.
Seite 12 - O, never Shall sun that morrow see! Your face, my thane, is as a book where men May read strange matters. To beguile the time, Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue; look like the innocent flower But be the serpent under't.
Seite 84 - That is natural," said Raven, curtly. " You are a soldier, and accustomed to submit to discipline. My position has always permitted me to retain my freedom of action and independence. Nevertheless, you may rest assured that I shall do all in my power to save you from any such dilemma.
Seite 9 - ... conversation was vague and general ; but the earl saw that Andrew was studiously cultivating the good graces of the old lady, and that, although every now and then she looked at him stately and askance, occasionally both his manners and language deranged the settled seriousness of her features into a smile. When the dessert was placed on the table, and the servants had retired, our hero opened his battery, by saying to the earl...