The girl's own reciter, ed. by C. Peters1904 |
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... smile Upon her lip . The third , from head to foot White - robed ; a star - shaped blossom on her breast , And in her hand a mandolin , whereon Her fingers swept a tune , like wind , at times ; At others , dipping a blue jar that stood ...
... smile Upon her lip . The third , from head to foot White - robed ; a star - shaped blossom on her breast , And in her hand a mandolin , whereon Her fingers swept a tune , like wind , at times ; At others , dipping a blue jar that stood ...
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... smiles on the night . Farewell , green fields and happy grove , Where flocks have ta'en delight . Where lambs have nibbled , silent move The feet of angels bright ; Unseen , they pour blessing , And joy without ceasing , On each bud and ...
... smiles on the night . Farewell , green fields and happy grove , Where flocks have ta'en delight . Where lambs have nibbled , silent move The feet of angels bright ; Unseen , they pour blessing , And joy without ceasing , On each bud and ...
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... smile has time for growing in her eyes ! And merry go her moments , lulled and stilled in The shroud , by the kirk - chime ! ' It is good when it happens , ' say the children , ' That we die before our time . ' Alas , alas , the ...
... smile has time for growing in her eyes ! And merry go her moments , lulled and stilled in The shroud , by the kirk - chime ! ' It is good when it happens , ' say the children , ' That we die before our time . ' Alas , alas , the ...
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... smiling down the steep world very purely , " Come and rest with Me , my child . " ' But , no ! ' say the children , weeping faster , ' He is speechless as a stone ; And they tell us , of His image is the master Who commands us to work ...
... smiling down the steep world very purely , " Come and rest with Me , my child . " ' But , no ! ' say the children , weeping faster , ' He is speechless as a stone ; And they tell us , of His image is the master Who commands us to work ...
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... smile , sir , at my givin ' her so much ; Yes , divorce is cheap , sir , but I take no stock in such ; True and fair I married her , when she was blithe and young ; And Betsey was al'ays good to me , exceptin ' with her tongue . Once ...
... smile , sir , at my givin ' her so much ; Yes , divorce is cheap , sir , but I take no stock in such ; True and fair I married her , when she was blithe and young ; And Betsey was al'ays good to me , exceptin ' with her tongue . Once ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
ALARIC ALEXANDER WATTS Allan-a-dale angels ANNABEL LEE bells bird bless brave breast breath Bregenz bright child Christmas clouds cold cried dark daughter dead dear death deep Dora doth dream earth eyes face fair fair lady father fear feet fell flowers glory gold golden grave hand hath head hear heard heart heaven heir of Linne HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW King Estmere kissed knew lady land light lips living Lochinvar lonely look Lord LORD TENNYSON maiden mother never night o'er poor pray prayer ring ROBERT BURTON Robin Hood RODEN NOEL rose round shine sigh silent sing sleep smile song sorrow soul sound stood sweet tears tell thee-I thine things THOMAS LOVE PEACOCK thou thought of thee toil tree Twas unto waves weary weep wild wind wonder word young
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 235 - Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not; Like a high-born maiden In a palace tower, Soothing her love-laden Soul in secret hour With music sweet as love, which overflows her bower; Like a glow-worm golden In a dell of dew, Scattering unbeholden Its aerial hue Among the flowers and grass which screen it from the view...
Seite 204 - But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we, Of many far wiser than we; And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Anabel Lee: For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee...
Seite 204 - A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee ; So that her high-born kinsmen came And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulcher In this kingdom by the sea.
Seite 109 - Amidst the storm they sang, And the stars heard, and the sea; And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang To the anthem of the free!
Seite 235 - Teach us, Sprite or Bird, What sweet thoughts are thine: I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine. Chorus Hymeneal, Or triumphal chant, Matched with thine would be all But an empty vaunt, A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want.
Seite 267 - I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river; For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Seite 121 - The human sorrow and smart ! And yet it never was in my soul To play so ill a part : But evil is wrought by want of Thought, As well as want of Heart...
Seite 28 - And, underneath our heavy eyelids drooping, The reddest flower would look as pale as snow. For, all day, we drag our burden tiring, Through the coal-dark, underground; Or, all day, we drive the wheels of iron In the factories, round and round.
Seite 40 - I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.' The boat has left a stormy land, A stormy sea before her, — When, oh ! too strong for human hand, The tempest gathered o'er her.
Seite 40 - His horsemen hard behind us ride; Should they our steps discover, Then who will cheer my bonny bride, When they have slain her lover?