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Стр. 188 - A double dungeon wall and wave Have made — and like a living grave. Below the surface of the lake The dark vault lies wherein we lay...
Стр. 138 - Another came running presently, And he was pale as pale could be. "Fly, my lord bishop, fly!" quoth he, "Ten thousand rats are coming this way, The Lord forgive you for yesterday!" "I'll go to my tower on the Rhine...
Стр. 89 - I wish my ashes to repose on the banks of the Seine, in the midst of that French people whom I have loved so well.
Стр. 136 - The poor folk flocked from far and near ; The great barn was full as it could hold Of women and children, and young and old. Then when he saw it could hold no more, Bishop Hatto he made fast the door ; And...
Стр. 139 - Down on his knees the bishop fell, And faster and faster his beads did he tell, As louder and louder, drawing near, The saw of their teeth without he could hear. And in at the windows, and in at the door, And through the walls by thousands they pour, And down...
Стр. 220 - Sublime, but neither bleak nor bare Nor misty are the mountains there — Softly sublime — profusely fair ; Up to their summits clothed in green, And fruitful as the vales between, They lightly rise, And scale the skies, And groves and gardens still abound ; For where no shoot Could else take root, The peaks are shelved and terraced round.
Стр. 188 - A sunbeam which hath lost its way, And through the crevice and the cleft Of the thick wall is fallen and left; Creeping o'er the floor so damp, Like a marsh's meteor lamp. And in each pillar there is a ring, And in each ring there is a chain...
Стр. 139 - He laid him down and closed his eyes ; . . . But soon a scream made him arise. He started and saw two eyes of flame On his pillow from whence the screaming came.