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... Sleep The Legend of the Forget - me - Not Oriska The Retort .. Eternal Justice The Graves of a Household The Pilgrim and the Peas .. Mary , Queen of Scots My own Fireside To a Mountain Daisy .. Nothing to Wear .. The Field of Waterloo ...
... Sleep The Legend of the Forget - me - Not Oriska The Retort .. Eternal Justice The Graves of a Household The Pilgrim and the Peas .. Mary , Queen of Scots My own Fireside To a Mountain Daisy .. Nothing to Wear .. The Field of Waterloo ...
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... Sleep The Legend of the Forget - me - Not .. Oriska The Retort Eternal Justice .. .. .. .. .. .. .. PAGE 0. Goldsmith . 58 Shakespere . W. Wordsworth . J. G. Whittier . 60 ..II . Anderton . 62 Anon . 63 64 67 Anon . 69 Tennyson . 73 ...
... Sleep The Legend of the Forget - me - Not .. Oriska The Retort Eternal Justice .. .. .. .. .. .. .. PAGE 0. Goldsmith . 58 Shakespere . W. Wordsworth . J. G. Whittier . 60 ..II . Anderton . 62 Anon . 63 64 67 Anon . 69 Tennyson . 73 ...
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... sleep so sound all night , mother , that I shall never wake , If you do not call me loud when the day begins to break : But I must gather knots of flowers , and buds , and garlands gay , For I'm to be Queen o ' the May , mother , I'm to ...
... sleep so sound all night , mother , that I shall never wake , If you do not call me loud when the day begins to break : But I must gather knots of flowers , and buds , and garlands gay , For I'm to be Queen o ' the May , mother , I'm to ...
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... Sleeping in the glassy lakes , Where no breeze a ripple makes ; Or in teeming showers of love , Dropping fatness from above , On the scorch'd and arid sod- Best of all the gifts of God . Fount ! whose droppings did suffice Sinless man ...
... Sleeping in the glassy lakes , Where no breeze a ripple makes ; Or in teeming showers of love , Dropping fatness from above , On the scorch'd and arid sod- Best of all the gifts of God . Fount ! whose droppings did suffice Sinless man ...
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... ( for God hath told me this ) that he is now at rest , Where other blessed infants be , on their Saviour's loving breast . I know his spirit feels no more this weary load of flesh , THE STAGE - STRUCK HERO . 13 But his sleep.
... ( for God hath told me this ) that he is now at rest , Where other blessed infants be , on their Saviour's loving breast . I know his spirit feels no more this weary load of flesh , THE STAGE - STRUCK HERO . 13 But his sleep.
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
arms beautiful snow bells beneath BERNARDO DEL CARPIO breast breath bright brow Brutus Charles Mackay cheek child cold cried dark dead dear death deep door dread dreams earth eyes face fair FAKENHAM father fear fell flowers gazed goblet grave hand hast hath hear heard heart heathen Chinee heaven HERCULANEUM hope Horace Smith Inchcape Rock John's eve KING ROBERT kiss knew lady light lips living Lochinvar look Lord Lord Lytton maiden mighty morning mother ne'er Netherby never nevermore night Numps o'er ocean once ORATOR PUFF ORISKA Pay your tithes Pigswiddy PYRAMUS AND THISBE Quoth Quoth the Raven ring ROBERT OF SICILY round seeing's not believing sigh sleep smile soul sound spoke stood sweet tears tell thee thine thou thought throne Twas Valmond voice wave wild woman of mind words young youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 61 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace: While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his...
Seite 18 - Who, you all know, are honourable men : I will not do them wrong ; I rather choose To wrong the dead, to wrong myself, and you, Than I will wrong such honourable men.
Seite 153 - or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you" — here I opened wide the door: — Darkness there and nothing more.
Seite 153 - Lenore!' Merely this and nothing more. Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before 'Surely...
Seite 153 - I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow— sorrow for the lost Lenore, For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore: Nameless here for evermore.
Seite 235 - IT was a summer evening, Old Kaspar's work was done, And he before his cottage door Was sitting in the sun; And by him sported on the green His little grandchild Wilhelmine. She saw her brother Peterkin Roll something large and round Which he beside the rivulet In playing there had found; He came to ask what he had found That was so large and smooth and round. Old Kaspar took it from the boy Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh "Tis some poor fellow's...
Seite 17 - I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause; What cause withholds you then to mourn for him ? O judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason! — Bear with me; My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar, And I must pause, till it come back to me.
Seite 154 - This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er, — But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er She shall press ah nevermore ! Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch!
Seite 155 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, . And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore...
Seite 153 - ONCE upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " Tis some visitor," I muttered, " tapping at my chamber door — Only this, and nothing more.