One Hundred Narrative PoemsGeorge E. Teter Scott, Foresman, 1918 - 436 páginas |
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... Blue were her eyes as the fairy - flax , 2 Her cheeks like the dawn of day , And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds , That ope in the month of May . The skipper he stood beside the helm , His pipe was in his mouth , And he watched how ...
... Blue were her eyes as the fairy - flax , 2 Her cheeks like the dawn of day , And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds , That ope in the month of May . The skipper he stood beside the helm , His pipe was in his mouth , And he watched how ...
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... blue - checked apron fingered . He saw her lift her eyes ; he felt The soft hand's light caressing , And heard the tremble of her voice , As if a fault confessing . " I'm sorry that I spelt the word : I hate to go above you , Because ...
... blue - checked apron fingered . He saw her lift her eyes ; he felt The soft hand's light caressing , And heard the tremble of her voice , As if a fault confessing . " I'm sorry that I spelt the word : I hate to go above you , Because ...
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... blue . Riding there in his sorry trim , Like an Indian idol glum and grim , Scarcely he seemed the sound to hear Of voices shouting , far and near : " Here's Flud Oirson , fur his horrd horrt , Torr'd an ' futherr'd an ' corr'd in a ...
... blue . Riding there in his sorry trim , Like an Indian idol glum and grim , Scarcely he seemed the sound to hear Of voices shouting , far and near : " Here's Flud Oirson , fur his horrd horrt , Torr'd an ' futherr'd an ' corr'd in a ...
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... blue lagoon is silent amid snags of rotting trees , Dropping like the clothes of corpses cast up by the seas . We anchored at Los Muertos when the dipping sun was red , We left her half - a - mile to sea , to west of Nigger Head ; And ...
... blue lagoon is silent amid snags of rotting trees , Dropping like the clothes of corpses cast up by the seas . We anchored at Los Muertos when the dipping sun was red , We left her half - a - mile to sea , to west of Nigger Head ; And ...
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... blue bonnet , Whiles crooning o'er some auld Scots sonnet , Whiles glow'rin round wi ' prudent cares , Lest bogles 31 catch him unawares ; Kirk - Alloway was drawing nigh , Where ghaists and houlets 32 nightly cry . By this time he was ...
... blue bonnet , Whiles crooning o'er some auld Scots sonnet , Whiles glow'rin round wi ' prudent cares , Lest bogles 31 catch him unawares ; Kirk - Alloway was drawing nigh , Where ghaists and houlets 32 nightly cry . By this time he was ...
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Términos y frases comunes
ALFRED TENNYSON arms battle bell blood blow blue bold brave breast breath Camelot captain's gig Clusium cried dark dead dear death dream earth English eyes face fair father fell fight gray grew hair hand hath head hear heard heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW hill horse Inchcape Rock JOAQUIN MILLER Jock JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER King kiss lady Lady of Shalott land Lars Porsena light lips looked Lord loud moonlight morning mother never night o'er Oxus Persian pipe poem poor quoth ride roar Robin Hood rode rose round Rustum sail Seistan Shalott ship shout slain smile Sohrab soldier soul spake spear steed stood storm sweet sword Tartar tell thee thou thro turned Twas voice wall waves White Ship wild wind Yarrow young
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Página 210 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Página 72 - 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.
Página 302 - And, like a horse unbroken When first he feels the rein, The furious river struggled hard, And tossed his tawny mane, And burst the curb, and bounded Rejoicing to be free, And whirling down, in fierce career. Battlement, and plank, and pier Rushed headlong to the sea. LVI I. Alone stood brave Horatius, But constant still in mind ; . - . Thrice thirty thousand foes before, And the broad flood behind. " Down with him ! " cried false Sextus, With a smile on his pale face. "Now yield thee," cried Lars...
Página 369 - I met a lady in the meads, Full beautiful — a faery's child; Her hair was long, her foot was light, And her eyes were wild. I...
Página 47 - One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reached the hall door, and the charger stood near ; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung ! "She is won ! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur ; They'll have fleet steeds that follow,
Página 199 - Crispin's Day Fought was this noble fray, Which fame did not delay To England to carry; O when shall English men With such acts fill a pen? Or England breed again Such a King Harry?
Página 123 - Or like the borealis race That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide; The hour approaches Tam maun ride; That hour, o...
Página 201 - They say it was a shocking sight After the field was won ; For many thousand bodies here Lay rotting in the sun ; But things like that, you know, must be After a famous victory. "Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won And our good Prince Eugene." "Why, 'twas a very wicked thing!" Said little Wilhelmine. "Nay, nay, my little girl," quoth he, "It was a famous victory.
Página 74 - And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side". "How many are you, then, "said I, "If they two are in heaven?
Página 42 - Her cheeks like the dawn of day, And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds, That ope in the month of May. The skipper he stood beside the helm, His pipe was in his mouth, And he watched how the veering flaw did blow The smoke now West, now South.