Tales of a Wayside InnTicknor and Fields, 1864 - 225页 |
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第9页
... o'er and o'er , And most of all the Immortal Four Of Italy ; and next to those , 1 * The story - telling bard of prose , Who wrote THE WAYSIDE INN . 9.
... o'er and o'er , And most of all the Immortal Four Of Italy ; and next to those , 1 * The story - telling bard of prose , Who wrote THE WAYSIDE INN . 9.
第41页
... o'er field and wood , All these forevermore are ended now ; No longer victor , but the victim thou ! Then on the board a snow - white cloth he spread , Laid on its wooden dish the loaf of bread , Brought purple grapes with autumn ...
... o'er field and wood , All these forevermore are ended now ; No longer victor , but the victim thou ! Then on the board a snow - white cloth he spread , Laid on its wooden dish the loaf of bread , Brought purple grapes with autumn ...
第55页
... o'er and o'er again Repeated , like a burden or refrain , He caught the words , " Deposuit potentes De sede , et exaltavit humiles " ; And slowly lifting up his kingly head He to a learned clerk beside him said , " What mean these words ...
... o'er and o'er again Repeated , like a burden or refrain , He caught the words , " Deposuit potentes De sede , et exaltavit humiles " ; And slowly lifting up his kingly head He to a learned clerk beside him said , " What mean these words ...
第63页
... o'er the sea Into the lovely land of Italy , Whose loveliness was more resplendent made By the mere passing of that cavalcade , With plumes , and cloaks , and housings , and the stir Of jewelled bridle and of golden spur . And lo ...
... o'er the sea Into the lovely land of Italy , Whose loveliness was more resplendent made By the mere passing of that cavalcade , With plumes , and cloaks , and housings , and the stir Of jewelled bridle and of golden spur . And lo ...
第74页
... On the armor that he wore ; And he shouted , as the rifted Streamers o'er him shook and shifted , " I accept thy challenge , Thor ! To avenge his father slain , And reconquer realm and 74 TALES OF A WAYSIDE INN . King Olaf's Return •
... On the armor that he wore ; And he shouted , as the rifted Streamers o'er him shook and shifted , " I accept thy challenge , Thor ! To avenge his father slain , And reconquer realm and 74 TALES OF A WAYSIDE INN . King Olaf's Return •
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Angel answered arrow birds breath chamber cloak cried darkness Dead rides Sir death Decameron door dream Drontheim Earl Einar Enceladus Eric eyes face fairest of women falcon Federigo fled gazed gleamed gold Gudrun guest Hakon Halfred hand head heard heart Iceland Iron-Beard Jarl Jarl Hakon Killingworth King Burislaf King Olaf King Robert King Svend land laughed light listened look Lord loud Monna Giovanna morning Morten of Fogelsang night Norseman Norway o'er Ocean Song Odin Olaf the King Olaf's Priest prayer Queen Sigrid Rabbi Rabbi Ben Levi Raud the Strong rides Sir Morten ring roar round sails of silk Saint Peter's square Salten Salten Fiord Scald sea-kale ships shout Sicily Sigrid the Haughty Sigurd the Bishop Sigvald silent Sing Skerry smiled song sound spake stood sword tale Thangbrand thee Thor Thora Thorberg Skafting Thyri town voice wall warlock band warlocks wild words
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第209页 - 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.
第18页 - Listen, my children, and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five; Hardly a man is now alive Who remembers that famous day and year.
第25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 farm-yard wall, Chasing the redcoats 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210页 - 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 and planning together To take me by surprise.
第216页 - 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, Rebounds our heavier hail From each iron scale Of the monster's hide. 'Strike your flag ! ' the rebel cries, In his arrogant old plantation strain. 'Never!
第190页 - The robin and the blue-bird, piping loud, Filled all the blossoming orchards with their glee; The sparrows chirped as if they still were proud Their race in Holy Writ should mentioned be; And hungry crows, assembled in a crowd, Clamored their piteous prayer incessantly, Knowing who hears the ravens cry, and said, "Give us, O Lord, this day our daily bread!
第66页 - And now the visit ending, and once more Valmond returning to the Danube's shore, Homeward the Angel journeyed, and again The land was made resplendent with his train, Flashing along the towns of Italy Unto Salerno, and from thence by sea.
第23页 - He has left the village and mounted the steep, And beneath him, tranquil and broad and deep, Is the Mystic, meeting the ocean tides ; And under the alders, that skirt its edge, Now soft on the sand, now loud on the ledge. Is heard the tramp of his steed as he rides.
第59页 - From hall to hall he passed with breathless speed; Voices and cries he heard, but did not heed, Until at last he reached the banquet-room, Blazing with light, and breathing with perfume. There on the dais sat another king, Wearing his robes, his crown, his signet-ring — King Robert's self in features, form, and height, But all transfigured with angelic light! It was an angel ; and his presence there With a divine effulgence filled the air, An exaltation, piercing the disguise, Though none the hidden...
第196页 - You slay them all! and wherefore? for the gain Of a scant handful more or less of wheat, Or rye, or barley, or some other grain, Scratched up at random by industrious feet, Searching for worm or weevil after rain ! Or a few cherries, that are not so sweet As are the songs these uninvited guests Sing at their feast with comfortable breasts.