Ballads old and newHenry Van Dyke, Hardin Craig Doubleday, Page, 1905 |
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... snow Ere we two meet again . " He turn'd his charger as he spake Upon the river shore , He gave the bridle - reins a shake , Said " Adieu for evermore , My love ! And adieu for evermore . " 10 20 Sir Walter Scott . BRIGNALL BANKS From ...
... snow Ere we two meet again . " He turn'd his charger as he spake Upon the river shore , He gave the bridle - reins a shake , Said " Adieu for evermore , My love ! And adieu for evermore . " 10 20 Sir Walter Scott . BRIGNALL BANKS From ...
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... snow , Came a dull voice of woe From the heart's chamber . " I was a Viking old ! My deeds , though manifold , No Skald in song has told , No Saga taught thee ! Take heed , that in thy verse Thou dost the tale rehearse , Else dread a ...
... snow , Came a dull voice of woe From the heart's chamber . " I was a Viking old ! My deeds , though manifold , No Skald in song has told , No Saga taught thee ! Take heed , that in thy verse Thou dost the tale rehearse , Else dread a ...
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... snow , And it grew wondrous cold : 66 And ice , mast - high , came floating by , As green as emerald . And through the drifts the snowy clifts Did send a dismal sheen : Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken- The ice was all between . 50 ...
... snow , And it grew wondrous cold : 66 And ice , mast - high , came floating by , As green as emerald . And through the drifts the snowy clifts Did send a dismal sheen : Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken- The ice was all between . 50 ...
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... snow . cerning whom the learned Jew , Josephus , and the Platonic Con- stantinopolitan , Michael Psellus , may be consulted . They are very numerous , and there is no climate or element without one or more . The shipmates , in their ...
... snow . cerning whom the learned Jew , Josephus , and the Platonic Con- stantinopolitan , Michael Psellus , may be consulted . They are very numerous , and there is no climate or element without one or more . The shipmates , in their ...
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... snow The Spirit slid : and it was he That made the ship to go . The sails at noon left off their tune , 382 " The Sun , right up above the mast , Had fix'd her to the ocean : But in a minute she ' gan stir , With a short uneasy motion ...
... snow The Spirit slid : and it was he That made the ship to go . The sails at noon left off their tune , 382 " The Sun , right up above the mast , Had fix'd her to the ocean : But in a minute she ' gan stir , With a short uneasy motion ...
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Side 317 - Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore ! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken ! Leave my loneliness unbroken! quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
Side 57 - For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE ; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE.
Side 243 - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns," he said: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
Side 278 - 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 132 - And his low head and crest, just one sharp ear bent back For my voice, and the other pricked out on his track; And one eye's black intelligence, — ever that glance O'er its white edge at me, his own master, askance. And the thick heavy spume-flakes which aye and anon His fierce lips shook upwards in galloping on. By Hasselt, Dirck groaned; and cried Joris, "Stay spur! Your Roos galloped bravely, the fault's not in her, We'll remember at Aix...
Side 314 - 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 313 - 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 38 - 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 bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered '"Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Side 312 - 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 312 - This it is and nothing more." Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, " Sir," said I, "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.