English Verse, Том 3William James Linton, Richard Henry Stoddard Charles Scribner's Sons, 1883 |
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... turn'd him round about ( Lord ! in heart he was woe ) , Says " Is there no knight of the Round Table This matter will undergo ? " Ay ! and he shall have my broad lands And keep them well his life ; Ay ! and so he shall my daughter dear ...
... turn'd him round about ( Lord ! in heart he was woe ) , Says " Is there no knight of the Round Table This matter will undergo ? " Ay ! and he shall have my broad lands And keep them well his life ; Ay ! and so he shall my daughter dear ...
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... turn'd me in a doo , To fly where'er I will . " And it was but this verra day That I came owre the sea : I loved you at a single look , With you I'll live and dee . " " O Coo - my - doo ! my Love sae true ! Nae mair frae me ye'se gae ...
... turn'd me in a doo , To fly where'er I will . " And it was but this verra day That I came owre the sea : I loved you at a single look , With you I'll live and dee . " " O Coo - my - doo ! my Love sae true ! Nae mair frae me ye'se gae ...
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... Turn'd birds o ' feathers grey ; His seven sons in seven swans Aboon their heads to flee ; And he himsel ' a gay goshawk , A bird o ' high degree . This flock o ' birds took flight and flew Beyond the raging sea ; And , landed near the ...
... Turn'd birds o ' feathers grey ; His seven sons in seven swans Aboon their heads to flee ; And he himsel ' a gay goshawk , A bird o ' high degree . This flock o ' birds took flight and flew Beyond the raging sea ; And , landed near the ...
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... turn'd o ' nine , My uncle sent for me , To hunt and hawk and ride wi ' him , And keep him company . " There came a wind out of the North , A sharp wind and a snell ; And a dead sleep came over me , And frae my horse I fell ; The Queen ...
... turn'd o ' nine , My uncle sent for me , To hunt and hawk and ride wi ' him , And keep him company . " There came a wind out of the North , A sharp wind and a snell ; And a dead sleep came over me , And frae my horse I fell ; The Queen ...
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... turn'd them loose at the castle yett , Owre moss and muir and [ hill and ] dale ; And she ne'er let the Wanton bait , But held him ganging at her tail . The mare she was right swift o ' foot , She didna fail to find the way , For she ...
... turn'd them loose at the castle yett , Owre moss and muir and [ hill and ] dale ; And she ne'er let the Wanton bait , But held him ganging at her tail . The mare she was right swift o ' foot , She didna fail to find the way , For she ...
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Стр. 183 - Nor any drop to drink. The very deep did rot: O Christ! That ever this should be! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea. About, about, in reel and rout The death-fires danced at night; The water, like a witch's oils, Burnt green, and blue, and white.
Стр. 187 - I closed my lids, and kept them close, And the balls like pulses beat; For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky Lay like a load on my weary eye. And the dead were at my feet.
Стр. 190 - It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Стр. 192 - Is it he?' quoth one, 'Is this the man? By him who died on cross, With his cruel bow he laid full low The harmless Albatross. • The spirit who bideth by himself In the land of mist and snow, He loved the bird that loved the man Who shot him with his bow.
Стр. 239 - If the British march By land or sea from the town to-night, Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch Of the North Church tower as a signal light, — One, if by land, and two, if by sea ; And I on the opposite shore will be, Ready to ride and spread the alarm Through every Middlesex village and farm, For the country folk to be up and to arm.
Стр. 237 - 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...
Стр. 240 - ... with a heavy stride On the opposite shore walked Paul Revere. Now he patted his horse's side, Now gazed at the landscape far and near, Then, impetuous, stamped the earth, And turned and tightened his saddle-girth; But mostly he watched with eager search The belfry-tower of the Old North Church, As it rose above the graves on the hill, Lonely and spectral and sombre and still. And lo! as he looks, on the belfry's height A glimmer, and then a gleam of light! He springs to the saddle, the bridle...
Стр. 238 - Neath our feet broke the brittle bright stubble like chaff; Till over by Dalhem a dome-spire sprang white, And "Gallop," gasped Joris, "for Aix is in sight! "How they'll greet us!" — and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets
Стр. 194 - On every corse there stood. This seraph-band, each waved his hand: It was a heavenly sight! They stood as signals to the land, Each one a lovely light; 441 This seraph-band, each waved his hand, No voice did they impart — No voice; but oh!
Стр. 182 - And I had done a hellish thing. And it would work 'em woe: For all averred. I had killed the bird That made the breeze to blow.