Poems of Places Oceana 1 V.; England 4; Scotland 3 V: Iceland, Switzerland, Greece, Russia, Asia, 3 America 5, Bind 18 |
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Side 11
... bright the forest , silver - springs around , And like a dream the Fairy Horn doth sound . --- Days long since past ! Adown the shore strode I , Not Volker saw the Rhine more limpid racing , A steamboat on its way went rushing by , The ...
... bright the forest , silver - springs around , And like a dream the Fairy Horn doth sound . --- Days long since past ! Adown the shore strode I , Not Volker saw the Rhine more limpid racing , A steamboat on its way went rushing by , The ...
Side 12
... bright ; Thy last brave champion , who for thee doth fight , And on a steamer ! — strange my heart is beating ! — Medieval inspiration borne away By a new age's all - resistless sway ! A simile ! It entered full my soul , And would not ...
... bright ; Thy last brave champion , who for thee doth fight , And on a steamer ! — strange my heart is beating ! — Medieval inspiration borne away By a new age's all - resistless sway ! A simile ! It entered full my soul , And would not ...
Side 13
... bright . There , take me to thee ! Take me in thy hold ! Hail , battlements , high in the air up - towering ! Hail , crumbling porches , mossy ruins old ! Hail , castle stern ! Thou falcon's eyry bold ! How do ye wrap my soul with sway ...
... bright . There , take me to thee ! Take me in thy hold ! Hail , battlements , high in the air up - towering ! Hail , crumbling porches , mossy ruins old ! Hail , castle stern ! Thou falcon's eyry bold ! How do ye wrap my soul with sway ...
Side 16
... bright creation so , Nor its fair promise from the surface mow With the sharp scythe of conflict , - then to see Thy valley of sweet waters were to know Earth paved like heaven ; and to seem such to me Even now what wants thy stream ...
... bright creation so , Nor its fair promise from the surface mow With the sharp scythe of conflict , - then to see Thy valley of sweet waters were to know Earth paved like heaven ; and to seem such to me Even now what wants thy stream ...
Side 20
... bright river's edge . Yet why repine ? To muse , to creep , to halt at will , to gaze , ---- Such sweet wayfaring , of life's spring the pride , Her summer's faithful joy , - that still is mine , And in fit measure cheers autumnal days ...
... bright river's edge . Yet why repine ? To muse , to creep , to halt at will , to gaze , ---- Such sweet wayfaring , of life's spring the pride , Her summer's faithful joy , - that still is mine , And in fit measure cheers autumnal days ...
Almindelige termer og sætninger
ancient Bacharach Behold bells beneath blessing blood brave breath bright brothers brow castle Charlemagne Chrimhild clock cried dark dead dear deep Dodendorf doth dream drink Dulcken earth ELSIE eyes fair Fastrada Fatherland Ferdinand Freiligrath flowers forever gaze German shall remain gleam gold golden Gottfried August Bürger H. W. Dulcken hand Hark hast hath heart heaven Heinrich Heine Henry Wadsworth Longfellow hills holy HUBERT Ilsan Justinus Kerner Karl Simrock king lady land Legends light lips looks Lord Lorelei maid maiden mountains ne'er neath never night noble o'er PRINCE HENRY Rhine river roses round Rübezahl Rudesheim sabre smote hard Schill shine Simon Dach sing song sorrow soul sound spake stand stone stood Stralsund Strasburg stream sweet sword smiteth hard Tegernsee Tharaw thee thine thou thy sabre smote thy sword smiteth tide towers vine walls wander waters wave Weinsberg wild wine yonder youth
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Side viii - Then off there flung in smiling joy, And held himself erect By just his horse's mane, a boy: You hardly could suspect — (So tight he kept his lips compressed, Scarce any blood came through) You looked twice ere you saw his breast Was all but shot in two.
Side vii - You know, we French stormed Ratisbon : A mile or so away On a little mound, Napoleon Stood on our storming-day ; With neck out-thrust, you fancy how, Legs wide, arms locked behind, As if to balance the prone brow Oppressive with its mind. ii Just as perhaps he mused " My plans " That soar, to earth may fall, " Let once my army-leader Lannes
Side 13 - Away with these ! true Wisdom's world will be Within its own creation, or in thine, Maternal Nature ! for who teems like thee, Thus on the banks of thy majestic Rhine ? There Harold gazes on a work divine, A blending of all beauties ; streams and dells, Fruit, foliage, crag, wood, cornfield, mountain, vine, And chiefless castles breathing stern farewells From gray but leafy walls, where Ruin greenly dwells.
Side 14 - But they who fought are in a bloody shroud, And those which waved are shredless dust ere now, And the bleak battlements shall bear no future blow.
Side 168 - WERTHER had a love for Charlotte Such as words could never utter ; Would you know how first he met her? She was cutting bread and butter. Charlotte was a married lady, And a moral man was Werther, And for all the wealth of Indies, Would do nothing for to hurt her. So he sighed and pined and ogled, And his passion boiled and bubbled, Till he blew his silly brains out, And no more was by it troubled. _*• Charlotte, having seen his body Borne before her on a shutter, Like a well-conducted person,...
Side 153 - Wiirtzburg's minster towers. And he gave the monks his treasures, Gave them all with this behest : They should feed the birds at noontide Daily on his place of rest; Saying, " From these wandering minstrels I have learned the art of song; Let me now repay the lessons They have taught so well and long.
Side viii - Emperor, by God's grace We've got you Ratisbon! The Marshal's in the market-place, And you'll be there anon To see your flag-bird flap his vans Where I, to heart's desire, Perched him!
Side 89 - Then," said the stranger, cheerily, " be it so. What Hell may be I know not ; this I know, — I cannot lose the presence of the Lord : One arm, Humility, takes hold upon His dear Humanity ; the other, Love, Clasps his Divinity. So where 1 go He goes ; and better fire-walled Hell with Him Than golden-gated Paradise without.
Side 107 - ANNIE of Tharaw, my true love of old, She is my life, and my goods, and my gold. Annie of Tharaw, her heart once again To me has surrendered in joy and in pain.
Side 215 - THE Wildgrave winds his bugle horn, To horse, to horse ! halloo, halloo ! His fiery courser snuffs the morn, And thronging serfs their lord pursue. The eager pack, from couples freed, Dash through the bush, the brier, the brake ; While answering hound, and horn, and steed, The mountain echoes startling wake. The beams of God's own hallow'd day Had painted yonder spire with gold, And, calling sinful man to pray, Loud, long, and deep the bell had...