One Hundred Narrative PoemsGeorge E. Teter Scott, Foresman, 1918 - 436 páginas |
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... close to a drifting mast . The salt sea was frozen on her breast , The salt tears in her eyes ; And he saw her hair , like the brown seaweed On the billows fall and rise . Such was the wreck of the Hesperus , In the midnight and the ...
... close to a drifting mast . The salt sea was frozen on her breast , The salt tears in her eyes ; And he saw her hair , like the brown seaweed On the billows fall and rise . Such was the wreck of the Hesperus , In the midnight and the ...
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... close to the lion , and rested : The dame ' t was , who flung it and jested With life so , De Lorge had been wooing For months past ; he sat there pursuing His suit , weighing out with nonchalance Fine speeches like gold from a balance ...
... close to the lion , and rested : The dame ' t was , who flung it and jested With life so , De Lorge had been wooing For months past ; he sat there pursuing His suit , weighing out with nonchalance Fine speeches like gold from a balance ...
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... close as he dared to the doorway . No doubt that a noble should more weigh His life than befits a plebeian ; And yet , had our brute been Nemean 8 ( I judge by a certain calm fervor The youth stepped with , forward to serve her ) -He'd ...
... close as he dared to the doorway . No doubt that a noble should more weigh His life than befits a plebeian ; And yet , had our brute been Nemean 8 ( I judge by a certain calm fervor The youth stepped with , forward to serve her ) -He'd ...
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... Close by the meet'n ' - house on the hill . -First a shiver , and then a thrill , Then something decidedly like a spill , - And the parson was sitting upon a rock , At half past nine by the meet'n ' - house clock , — Just the hour of ...
... Close by the meet'n ' - house on the hill . -First a shiver , and then a thrill , Then something decidedly like a spill , - And the parson was sitting upon a rock , At half past nine by the meet'n ' - house clock , — Just the hour of ...
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... close and still ; And he whistled thrice for his little foot - page , His name was English Will . " Come thou hither , my little foot - page , Come hither to my knee ; Though thou art young , and tender of age , I think thou art true to ...
... close and still ; And he whistled thrice for his little foot - page , His name was English Will . " Come thou hither , my little foot - page , Come hither to my knee ; Though thou art young , and tender of age , I think thou art true to ...
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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.