The poetical works of Henry W. Longfellow, ed. with a critical memoir by W.M. Rossetti, illustr. by W. Lawson, 第 151 期 |
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... ? Fran . Yes , my lord ; A golden ring that had a ruby in it . Lara . Was there another like it ? Fran . I could not choose between them . I saw him buy One so like it [ Exit . Lara . It is well . To - morrow morning THE SPANISH STUDENT .
... ? Fran . Yes , my lord ; A golden ring that had a ruby in it . Lara . Was there another like it ? Fran . I could not choose between them . I saw him buy One so like it [ Exit . Lara . It is well . To - morrow morning THE SPANISH STUDENT .
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... ring to me . Do not forget . Now light me to my bed . [ Exeunt . SCENE II . - A street in Madrid . Enter CHISPA , followed by Mu- sicians , with a bagpipe , guitars , and other instruments . Chispa . Abernuncio Satanas ! * and a plague ...
... ring to me . Do not forget . Now light me to my bed . [ Exeunt . SCENE II . - A street in Madrid . Enter CHISPA , followed by Mu- sicians , with a bagpipe , guitars , and other instruments . Chispa . Abernuncio Satanas ! * and a plague ...
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... ring ) . And to remind thee of my love , take this ; A serpent , emblem of Eternity ; A ruby , —say , a drop of my heart's blood . Prec . It is an ancient saying , that the ruby Brings gladness to the wearer , and preserves The heart ...
... ring ) . And to remind thee of my love , take this ; A serpent , emblem of Eternity ; A ruby , —say , a drop of my heart's blood . Prec . It is an ancient saying , that the ruby Brings gladness to the wearer , and preserves The heart ...
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... ring I gave thee ? Prec . In my casket . Vict . There let it rest ! I would not have thee wear it . I thought thee spotless , and thou art polluted ! Prec . I call the Heavens to witness- Vict . Take not the name of Heaven upon thy lips ...
... ring I gave thee ? Prec . In my casket . Vict . There let it rest ! I would not have thee wear it . I thought thee spotless , and thou art polluted ! Prec . I call the Heavens to witness- Vict . Take not the name of Heaven upon thy lips ...
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... ring the Gipsy gave him , A serpent with a ruby in its mouth . Vict . She had that ring from me ! God ! she is false ! But I will be revenged ! The hour is passed . Where stays the coward ? Нур . Nay , he is no coward : A villain , if ...
... ring the Gipsy gave him , A serpent with a ruby in its mouth . Vict . She had that ring from me ! God ! she is false ! But I will be revenged ! The hour is passed . Where stays the coward ? Нур . Nay , he is no coward : A villain , if ...
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第427页 - His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
第367页 - TELL me not, in mournful numbers, " Life is but an empty dream! " For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real ! Life is earnest ! And the grave is not its goal ; "Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
第412页 - Tis of the wave and not the rock; 'Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale ! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore. Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee.
第298页 - 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. You know the rest. In the books you have read, How the British Regulars fired and fled, — How the farmers gave them ball...
第361页 - And richly, by the blue lake's silver beach, The woods were bending with a silent reach. Then o'er the vale, with gentle swell, The music of the village bell Came sweetly to the echo-giving hills ; And the wild horn, whose voice the woodland fills, Was ringing to the merry shout, That faint and far the glen sent out, Where, answering to the sudden shot, thin smoke, Through thick-leaved branches, from the dingle broke. If thou art worn and hard beset With sorrows, that thou wouldst forget, If thou...
第427页 - He goes on Sunday to the church, And sits among his boys ; He hears the parson pray and preach, He hears his daughter's voice, Singing in the village choir, And it makes his heart rejoice. It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise ! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes.
第428页 - How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ) Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought.
第502页 - Oft have I seen at some cathedral door A laborer, pausing in the dust and heat, Lay down his burden, and with reverent feet Enter, and cross himself, and on the floor Kneel to repeat his paternoster o'er; Far off the noises of the world retreat; The loud vociferations of the street Become an undistinguishable roar. So, as I enter here from day to day, And leave my burden at this minster gate, Kneeling in prayer, and not ashamed to pray, The tumult of the time disconsolate To inarticulate murmurs...
第550页 - RETRIBUTION. THOUGH the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small ; Though with patience he stands waiting, with exactness grinds he all.
第438页 - Were half the power, that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth, bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need of arsenals nor forts: The warrior's name would be a name abhorred!