Tales of a Wayside InnTicknor and Fields, 1864 - 225 páginas |
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... rides Sir Morten of Fogelsang . The door swung wide , with creak and din ; A blast of cold night - air came in , And on the threshold shivering stood A one - eyed guest , with cloak and hood . Dead rides Sir Morten of Fogelsang . The ...
... rides Sir Morten of Fogelsang . The door swung wide , with creak and din ; A blast of cold night - air came in , And on the threshold shivering stood A one - eyed guest , with cloak and hood . Dead rides Sir Morten of Fogelsang . The ...
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... rides Sir Morten of Fogelsang . And ever , when the tale was o'er , The King demanded yet one more ; Till Sigurd the Bishop smiling said , " " Tis late , O King , and time for bed . " Dead rides Sir Morten of Fogelsang . The King ...
... rides Sir Morten of Fogelsang . And ever , when the tale was o'er , The King demanded yet one more ; Till Sigurd the Bishop smiling said , " " Tis late , O King , and time for bed . " Dead rides Sir Morten of Fogelsang . The King ...
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... rides Sir Morten of Fogelsang . Then from his lips in music rolled The Havamal of Odin old , With sounds mysterious as the roar Of billows on a distant shore . Dead rides Sir Morten of Fogelsang . " Do we not learn from runes and rhymes ...
... rides Sir Morten of Fogelsang . Then from his lips in music rolled The Havamal of Odin old , With sounds mysterious as the roar Of billows on a distant shore . Dead rides Sir Morten of Fogelsang . " Do we not learn from runes and rhymes ...
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... rides Sir Morten of Fogelsang . They found the doors securely barred , They found the watch - dog in the yard , There was no footprint in the grass , And none had seen the stranger pass . Dead rides Sir Morten of Fogelsang . King Olaf ...
... rides Sir Morten of Fogelsang . They found the doors securely barred , They found the watch - dog in the yard , There was no footprint in the grass , And none had seen the stranger pass . Dead rides Sir Morten of Fogelsang . King Olaf ...
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Angel answered arrow beard beneath birds breath chamber Church cried dark Dead rides Sir death Decameron divine door dream Drontheim Earl Einar Enceladus Eric eyes face fairest of women falcon Federigo fled gazed gleamed Gudrun guest Hakon hand head hear heard heart HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW Iceland Jarl Killingworth King Olaf King Robert King Svend land laughed light listened look Lord loud melodies Monna Giovanna morning Morten of Fogelsang night Norseman Norway o'er Odin Olaf the King Olaf's Priest Paul Revere PAUL REVERE'S RIDE pause prayer Rabbi Ben Levi Raud the Strong rides Sir Morten ring rose round sails of silk Salten Fiord Scald ship shore Sicily Sigrid the Haughty Sigurd the Bishop silent Sing Skerry smiled song sound stood street sweet sword Thangbrand thee Thor Thora Thorberg Skafting thou Thyri town voice wall warlocks WAYSIDE WAYSIDE INN wild wood words
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Página 21 - Meanwhile, impatient to mount and ride, Booted and spurred, with a heavy stride On the opposite shore walked Paul Revere. Now he patted his horse's side...
Página 23 - Revere ; And so through the night went his cry of alarm To every Middlesex village and farm. A cry of defiance and not of fear, A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door, And a word that shall echo forevermore! For, borne on the night-wind of the Past, Through all our history, to the last, In the hour of darkness and peril and need, The people will waken and listen to hear The hurrying hoof-beats of that steed, And the midnight message of Paul Revere.
Página 22 - A hurry of hoofs in a village street, A shape in the moonlight; a bulk in the dark, And beneath, from the pebbles, in passing, a spark Struck out by a steed flying fearless and fleet: That was all! and yet, through the gloom and the light, The fate of a nation was riding that night; And the spark struck out by that steed, in his flight, Kindled the land into flame with its heat.
Página 23 - So through the night rode Paul Revere ; And so through the night went his cry of alarm To every Middlesex village and farm, — A cry of defiance and not of fear, A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door, And a word that shall echo forevermore...
Página 212 - SNOW-FLAKES. 00T of the bosom of the Air, Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken, Over the woodlands brown and bare Over the harvest-fields forsaken, Silent, and soft, and slow Descends the snow. Even as our cloudy fancies take Suddenly shape in some divine expression, Even as the troubled heart doth make In the white countenance confession, The troubled sky reveals The grief it feels.
Página 23 - It was twelve by the village clock When he crossed the bridge into Medford town. He heard the crowing of the cock, And the barking of the farmer's dog, And felt the damp of the river fog, That rises after the sun goes down.
Página 23 - That rises after the sun goes down. It was one by the village clock, When he galloped into Lexington. He saw the gilded weathercock Swim in the moonlight as he passed, And the meeting-house windows, blank and bare, Gaze at him with a spectral glare, As if they already stood aghast At the bloody work they would look upon. It was two by the village clock, When he came to the bridge in Concord town.
Página 23 - You know the rest. In the books you have read, How the British regulars fired and fled, How the farmers gave them ball for ball, From behind each fence and farm-yard wall, Chasing the red-coats down the lane, Then crossing the fields to emerge again Under the trees at the turn of the road, And only pausing to fire and load.
Página 19 - Silently rowed to the Charlestown shore, Just as the moon rose over the bay, Where swinging wide at her moorings lay The Somerset, British man-of-war; A phantom ship, with each mast and spar Across the moon like a prison bar, And a huge black hulk, that was magnified By its own reflection in the tide.
Página 189 - Linnet and meadow-lark and all the throng That dwell in nests and have the gift of song. You slay them all! and wherefore? for the gain Of a scant handful, more or less, of wheat Or rye or barley or some other grain, Scratched up at random by industrious feet. Searching for worm or weevil after rain! Or a few cherries that are not so sweet As are the songs these uninvited guests Sing at their feast with comfortable breasts.