Tales of a Wayside InnTicknor and Fields, 1863 - 225页 The book depicts a group of people at the Wayside Inn in Sudbury, Massachusetts as each tells a story in the form of a poem. |
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第15页
... darkness pouring forth , Like Elivagar's river flowing Out of the glaciers of the North . The instrument on which he played Was in Cremona's workshops made , By a great master of the past , Ere yet was lost the art divine ; Fashioned of ...
... darkness pouring forth , Like Elivagar's river flowing Out of the glaciers of the North . The instrument on which he played Was in Cremona's workshops made , By a great master of the past , Ere yet was lost the art divine ; Fashioned of ...
第22页
... 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 ...
... 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 ...
第25页
... 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 ...
... 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 ...
第38页
... dark eyes moistened with the mists that roll From the gulf - stream of passion in the soul ; The other with her hood thrown back , her hair Making a golden glory in the air , Her cheeks suffused with an auroral blush , Her young heart ...
... dark eyes moistened with the mists that roll From the gulf - stream of passion in the soul ; The other with her hood thrown back , her hair Making a golden glory in the air , Her cheeks suffused with an auroral blush , Her young heart ...
第43页
... dark eyes moistened with the mists that roll From the gulf - stream of passion in the soul ; The other with her hood thrown back , her hair Making a golden glory in the air , Her cheeks suffused with an auroral blush , Her young heart ...
... dark eyes moistened with the mists that roll From the gulf - stream of passion in the soul ; The other with her hood thrown back , her hair Making a golden glory in the air , Her cheeks suffused with an auroral blush , Her young heart ...
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Angel answered beard beneath birds Blue and gold breath chamber cried dark Dead rides Sir death door dreams Drontheim Edition Enceladus Essays eyes fairest of women falcon Federigo garden gazed gleamed Gudrun guest Hakon hand HARVARD COLLEGE head hear heard heart HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW Illustrated Iron-Beard Jameson's Jarl Killingworth King Olaf King Robert King Svend land laughed light listened look loud Memoir Monna Giovanna morning Morten of Fogelsang Nearly Ready night Northanger Abbey Norway o'er Odin Olaf the King Olaf's Priest Papers Paul Revere Philip Van Artevelde Poems Poetical prayer Queen rides Sir Morten round sails Scald Ser Federigo ships Sigrid the Haughty Sigurd Sigurd the Bishop silent singing song sound Steel Portrait stood Story sword tale Thangbrand thee Thor Thora Thorberg Skafting thou Thyri Ticknor and Fields town voice wall warlocks WAYSIDE WAYSIDE INN wild wood words
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第13页 - 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.
第18页 - 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 farmyard 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.
第165页 - Hang empty mid the cobwebs of his dreams! Will bleat of flocks or bellowing of herds Make up for the lost music, when your teams Drag home the stingy harvest, and no more The feathered gleaners follow to your door?
第178页 - They climb up into my turret O'er the arms and back of my chair; If I try to escape, they surround me; They seem to be everywhere.
第186页 - 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.
第135页 - So hearts that are fainting Grow full to o'erflowing, And they that behold it Marvel, and know not That God at their fountains Far off has been raining...
第165页 - Think, every morning when the sun peeps through The dim, leaf-latticed windows of the grove, How jubilant the happy 'birds renew Their old, melodious madrigals of love! And when you think of this, remember, too, 'Tis always morning somewhere, and above The awakening continents, from shore to shore, Somewhere the birds are singing evermore.
第43页 - ROBERT of Sicily, brother of Pope Urbane And Valmond, Emperor of Allemaine, Apparelled in magnificent attire, With retinue of many a knight and squire, On St. John's eve, at vespers, proudly sat And heard the priests chant the Magnificat And as he listened, o'er and o'er again Repeated, like a burden or refrain, He caught the words, " Deposuit potentes De sede, el exaltavit humiles " ; And slowly lifting up his kingly head He to a learned clerk beside him said, " What mean these words ? " The clerk...
第178页 - CHILDREN'S HOUR BETWEEN the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour. I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet, The sound of a door that is opened, And voices soft and sweet. From my study I see in the lamplight, Descending the broad hall stair, Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra, And Edith with golden hair. A whisper, and then a silence : Yet I know by their merry eyes They are plotting...