Tales of a wayside inn, illustr. from designs by B. Foster [and others]. |
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... A moment quickened by its breath , Shuddered and danced their dance of death , And through the ancient oaks o'erhead Mysterious voices moaned and fled . But from the parlour of the inn A pleasant murmur 2 TALES OF A WAYSIDE INN .
... A moment quickened by its breath , Shuddered and danced their dance of death , And through the ancient oaks o'erhead Mysterious voices moaned and fled . But from the parlour of the inn A pleasant murmur 2 TALES OF A WAYSIDE INN .
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... : In sight of Etna born and bred , Some breath of its volcanic air Was glowing in his heart and brain , And , being rebellious to his liege , After Palermo's fatal siege , Across the western seas he THE WAYSIDE INN . 5.
... : In sight of Etna born and bred , Some breath of its volcanic air Was glowing in his heart and brain , And , being rebellious to his liege , After Palermo's fatal siege , Across the western seas he THE WAYSIDE INN . 5.
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... breath of the morning breeze Blowing over the meadows brown . And one was safe and asleep in his bed Who at the bridge would be the first to fall , Who that day would be lying dead , Pierced by a British musket - ball . You know the ...
... breath of the morning breeze Blowing over the meadows brown . And one was safe and asleep in his bed Who at the bridge would be the first to fall , Who that day would be lying dead , Pierced by a British musket - ball . You know the ...
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... passing bell Tolled from the little chapel in the dell ; Ten strokes Ser Federigo heard , and said , Breathing a prayer , " Alas ! her child is dead ! " W Three months went by ; and lo ! a 26 TALES OF A WAYSIDE INN . 26.
... passing bell Tolled from the little chapel in the dell ; Ten strokes Ser Federigo heard , and said , Breathing a prayer , " Alas ! her child is dead ! " W Three months went by ; and lo ! a 26 TALES OF A WAYSIDE INN . 26.
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... breath : " God grant , if what you say is true , It may not be the Angel of Death ! " And then another pause ; and then , Stroking his beard , he said again : " This brings back to my memory A story in the Talmud told , That book of ...
... breath : " God grant , if what you say is true , It may not be the Angel of Death ! " And then another pause ; and then , Stroking his beard , he said again : " This brings back to my memory A story in the Talmud told , That book of ...
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Tales of a Wayside Inn, Illustr. from Designs by B. Foster [and Others] Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Sin vista previa disponible - 2018 |
Tales of a Wayside Inn, Illustr. from Designs by B. Foster [And Others] Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Sin vista previa disponible - 2015 |
Términos y frases comunes
Angel answered arrow beard beneath birds breath chamber cried dark Dead rides Sir death Decameron divine door dreams Drontheim Earl Einar Enceladus Eric eyes face fairest of women falcon Federigo fled gazed gleamed guest Hakon hand hauberk head hear heard heart Iceland Iron-Beard Jarl Killingworth King Olaf King Robert King Svend land Landlord's 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 pause prayer Rabbi Ben Levi Raud the Strong rides Sir Morten ring round sails of silk Salten Fiord Scald ships shore shout Sicily Sigrid the Haughty Sigurd the Bishop Sigvald silent Sing Skerry smiled song sound STAMFORD STREET stood street sweet sword tale Thangbrand thee Thor Thora Thorberg Skafting thou Thyri town Valmond voice wall warlocks WAYSIDE INN wild wind wood words
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Página 14 - It was two by the village clock When he came to the bridge in Concord town. He heard the bleating of the flock, And the twitter of birds among the trees, And felt the breath of the morning breeze Blowing over the meadows brown. And one was safe and asleep in his bed Who at the bridge would be first to fall, Who that day would be lying dead, Pierced by a British musket-ball.
Página 11 - Good-night !" and with muffled oar 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. Meanwhile, his friend, through alley and street, Wanders and watches with eager ears.
Página 14 - 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 12 - Of the lonely belfry and the dead; For suddenly all his thoughts are bent On a shadowy something far away. Where the river widens to meet the bay, A line of black that bends and floats On the rising tide, like a bridge of boats.
Página 39 - Then, bowing down his head, King Robert crossed both hands upon his breast, And meekly answered him: "Thou knowest best! My sins as scarlet are; let me go hence, And in some cloister's school of penitence, Across those stones, that pave the way to heaven, Walk barefoot, till my guilty soul be shriven!
Página 35 - His heart failed, for he heard, with strange alarms, The boisterous laughter of the men-at-arms, And all the vaulted chamber roar and ring With the mock plaudits of "Long live the King!
Página 37 - Peter's square, Giving his benediction and embrace, Fervent, and full of apostolic grace. While with congratulations and with prayers He entertained the Angel unawares, Robert, the Jester, bursting through the crowd, Into their presence rushed, and cried aloud, " I am the King ! Look, and behold in me Robert, your brother, King of Sicily ! This man, who wears my semblance to your eyes, Is an impostor in a King's disguise. Do you not know me ? does no voice within Answer my cry, and say we are akin?
Página 13 - 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 113 - From the camp on the shore. Then far away to the south uprose A little feather of snow-white smoke, And we knew that the iron ship of our foes Was steadily steering its course To try the force Of our ribs of oak. Down upon us heavily runs, Silent and sullen, the floating fort ; Then comes a puff of smoke from her guns, And leaps the terrible death, With fiery breath, From each open port. We are not idle, but send her straight Defiance back in a full broadside! As hail rebounds from a roof of slate,...
Página 115 - OUT 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.