Little Masterpieces of English Poetry, Volum 1Henry Van Dyke, Hardin Craig Doubleday, Page, 1905 |
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Side 43
... bold dragoon , That lists the tuck of drum . " " I list no more the tuck of drum , No more the trumpet hear ; But when the beetle sounds his hum , My comrades take the spear . And O , though Brignall banks be fair , And Greta woods be ...
... bold dragoon , That lists the tuck of drum . " " I list no more the tuck of drum , No more the trumpet hear ; But when the beetle sounds his hum , My comrades take the spear . And O , though Brignall banks be fair , And Greta woods be ...
Side 45
... bold and lovely Knight , And that he crossed the mountain - woods , Nor rested day nor night ; That sometimes from the savage den , And sometimes from the darksome shade , 36 40 44 And sometimes starting up at once In green and sunny 45 ...
... bold and lovely Knight , And that he crossed the mountain - woods , Nor rested day nor night ; That sometimes from the savage den , And sometimes from the darksome shade , 36 40 44 And sometimes starting up at once In green and sunny 45 ...
Side 76
... bold Sir Lancelot . A red - cross knight for ever kneel'd To a lady in his shield , That sparkled on the yellow field , Beside remote Shalott . The gemmy bridle glitter'd free , Like to some branch of stars we see Hung in the golden ...
... bold Sir Lancelot . A red - cross knight for ever kneel'd To a lady in his shield , That sparkled on the yellow field , Beside remote Shalott . The gemmy bridle glitter'd free , Like to some branch of stars we see Hung in the golden ...
Side 77
... Shalott . And down the river's dim expanse Like some bold seër in a trance , Seeing all his own mischance- With a glassy countenance Did she look to Camelot . 126 And at the closing of the day She loosed the 77 The Lady of Shalott.
... Shalott . And down the river's dim expanse Like some bold seër in a trance , Seeing all his own mischance- With a glassy countenance Did she look to Camelot . 126 And at the closing of the day She loosed the 77 The Lady of Shalott.
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... bold outlaw , That lived in Nottinghamshire . ( bis ) As Robin Hood in the forest stood , All under the greenwood tree , There was he ware of a brave young man , As fine as fine might be . The youngster was clad in scarlet red , In ...
... bold outlaw , That lived in Nottinghamshire . ( bis ) As Robin Hood in the forest stood , All under the greenwood tree , There was he ware of a brave young man , As fine as fine might be . The youngster was clad in scarlet red , In ...
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Vanlige uttrykk og setninger
ancient Mariner Annabel Lee auld ballads bells blood bonny Bonny Dundee breath bride bright Brignall Brignall banks Camelot cried Cusha dead dear death English eyes fair fast fear fell frae gallant gane gay goshawk Glenkindie green Greta woods gude hair hame hand hath hear heard heart heaven HIND HORN Kemp Owyne kirk kiss knee Lady of Shalott land light Little John look look'd Lord loud maiden mair maun moon mother nane ne'er never Nevermore night o'er Percy poems quoth Rafe red gowd ring Robin Hood rode round sails sall sang Scot Scots kirk ship sing Sir Patrick Spens Sir Walter slain smile song soul spake steed stood storm sweet sword ta'en tell thee There's thou thro tree true Thomas turn'd uppe waly wave weel wild wind wine Yarrow young Beichan
Populære avsnitt
Side 274 - A SIMPLE Child, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death ? I met a little cottage Girl : She was eight years old, she said; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad: Her eyes were fair, and very fair ; — Her beauty made me glad. "Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be?" "How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me.
Side 306 - Ah, distinctly 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.
Side 57 - 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...
Side 73 - Camelot; And up and down the people go Gazing where the lilies blow Round an island there below, The island of Shalott. Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver Thro' the wave that runs for ever By the island in the river Flowing down to Camelot.
Side 307 - Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he ; not a...
Side 309 - For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as 'Nevermore.
Side 308 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,— " Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, " art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore: Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore !" Quoth the Raven,
Side 56 - I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love, I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea...
Side 307 - 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. Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?
Side 310 - Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. 'Wretch,' I cried, 'thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he hath sent thee Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore; Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!