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Seite 27
... In life's morning march , when my bosom was young ; I heard my own mountain - goats bleating aloft , And knew the sweet strain that the corn - reapers sung . " Then pledged we the wine - cup , and THE SOLDIER'S DREAM . 27.
... In life's morning march , when my bosom was young ; I heard my own mountain - goats bleating aloft , And knew the sweet strain that the corn - reapers sung . " Then pledged we the wine - cup , and THE SOLDIER'S DREAM . 27.
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... strain . Thus up the margin of the lake , Between the precipice and brake , O'er stock and rock their race they take . The hunter marked that mountain high , The lone lake's western boundary , And deemed the Stag must turn to bay ...
... strain . Thus up the margin of the lake , Between the precipice and brake , O'er stock and rock their race they take . The hunter marked that mountain high , The lone lake's western boundary , And deemed the Stag must turn to bay ...
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... strains of music fall , Every sense in slumber dewing . Soldier , rest ! thy warfare o'er , Dream of fighting fields no more ; Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking , Morn of toil , nor night of waking . " No rude sound shall reach ...
... strains of music fall , Every sense in slumber dewing . Soldier , rest ! thy warfare o'er , Dream of fighting fields no more ; Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking , Morn of toil , nor night of waking . " No rude sound shall reach ...
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... strain , Ere he can win his blade again . Bent o'er the fallen , with falcon eye , He grimly smiled to see him die ; Then slower wended back his way , Where the poor maiden bleeding lay . She sate beneath the birchen tree , Her elbow ...
... strain , Ere he can win his blade again . Bent o'er the fallen , with falcon eye , He grimly smiled to see him die ; Then slower wended back his way , Where the poor maiden bleeding lay . She sate beneath the birchen tree , Her elbow ...
Seite 55
... strain ! -down , down , they go , The Gael above , Fitz - James below ! The Chieftain's gripe his throat compressed , His knee was planted in his breast ; His clotted locks he backward threw , Across his brow his hand he drew , From ...
... strain ! -down , down , they go , The Gael above , Fitz - James below ! The Chieftain's gripe his throat compressed , His knee was planted in his breast ; His clotted locks he backward threw , Across his brow his hand he drew , From ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Antonio arms Bassanio beautiful beneath birds black crows blade blood Boling breast breath bright brow cheer Chevy Chase Clan-Alpine's clouds dark death deep deer dewy doth ducats duke duke of Norfolk Earl Douglas earth fair Farewell fear Fitz-James flesh flowers gallant Gaunt gave gentle glen Gratiano green hand haste hath heard heart heaven Highlands hill Inchcape rock king lark Lars Porsena leaves light look Lord loud Lycidas Mary Howitt morning mountain Mowbray Nerissa nest night Nils Juel Norfolk numbers o'er Percy poet Portia primrose Rich ring rock Roderick Dhu rose round Saxon shalt shower Shylock sing skylark smile snow soar song soul sound spear spring steed stood stream summer sweet sword thee Thomas Carew Thomas Mowbray thou art Tirral-la Twas Venice waves wild wind wing winter woods
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 82 - We thought as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow.
Seite 139 - Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds ; pleasant the sun, When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistening with dew ; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening mild...
Seite 73 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Seite 111 - When mercy seasons justice. Therefore, Jew, Though justice be thy plea, consider this, — That, in the course of justice, none of us Should see salvation: we do pray for mercy ; And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy. I have spoke thus much To mitigate the justice of thy plea; Which if thou follow, this strict court of Venice Must needs give sentence 'gainst the merchant there. Shylock. My deeds upon my head ! I crave the law, The penalty and forfeit of my bond.
Seite 102 - YET once more, O ye laurels, and once more Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude, Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. Bitter constraint, and sad occasion dear, Compels me to disturb your season due: For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer.
Seite 103 - Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades, and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks, Throw hither all your quaint enamelled eyes, That on the green turf suck the honied showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.
Seite 100 - No war, or battle's sound Was heard the world around : The idle spear and shield were high up hung ; The hooked chariot stood Unstain'd with hostile blood; The trumpet spake not to the armed throng; And kings sat still with awful eye, As if they surely knew their sovran Lord was by.
Seite 95 - Unskilful he to fawn, or seek for power By doctrines fashioned to the varying hour ; Far other aims his heart had learn'd to prize. More bent to raise the wretched than to rise. His house was known to all the vagrant train, He chid their wanderings, but relieved their pain...
Seite 158 - When we had given our bodies to the wind, And all the shadowy banks on either side Came sweeping through the darkness, spinning still The rapid line of motion, then at once Have I, reclining back upon my heels. Stopped short; yet still the solitary cliffs Wheeled by me — even as if the earth had rolled With visible motion her diurnal round!
Seite 103 - But, O the heavy change, now thou art gone, Now thou art gone, and never must return ! Thee, Shepherd, thee the woods and desert caves, With wild thyme and the gadding vine o'ergrown, 40 And all their echoes mourn.