England und Schottland: Reisetagebuch, 1. cilt

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Friedrich Wieweg und Sohn, 1852
 

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Sayfa 557 - BREAK, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play ! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay...
Sayfa 628 - Were shrivell'd into darkness in his head, And dropt before him. So the Powers, who wait On noble deeds, cancell'da sense misused ; And she, that knew not, pass'd : and all at once, With twelve great shocks of sound, the shameless noon Was clash'd and hammer'd from a hundred towers...
Sayfa 627 - I repeal it;" and nodding, as in scorn, He parted, with great strides among his dogs. So left alone, the passions of her mind, As winds from all the compass shift and blow, Made war upon each other for an hour, Till pity won. She sent a herald forth, And bade him cry, with sound of trumpet, all The hard condition; but that she would loose The people: therefore, as they loved her well, From then till noon no foot should pace the street, No eye look down, she passing ; but that all Should keep within,...
Sayfa 557 - I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play ! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay ! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But O for the touch of a...
Sayfa 627 - The grim earl's gift; but ever at a breath She lingered, looking like a summer moon Half-dipt in cloud: anon she shook her head, And showered the rippled ringlets to her knee; Unclad herself in haste; adown the stair Stole on; and, like a creeping sunbeam, slid From pillar unto pillar, until she reached The gateway; there she found her palfrey trapt In purple blazoned with armorial gold.
Sayfa 628 - Gleam thro' the Gothic archways in the wall. Then she rode back, clothed on with chastity : And one low churl, compact of thankless earth, The fatal byword of all years to come, Boring a little auger-hole in fear...
Sayfa 274 - Lost, yesterday, somewhere between sunrise and sunset, two golden hours, each set with sixty diamond minutes. No reward is offered, for they are gone forever.
Sayfa 645 - Witty above her sex, but that's not all ; Wise to salvation was good Mistress Hall : Something of Shakespeare was in that; but this Wholly of Him with whom she's now in bliss.
Sayfa 627 - The deep air listened round her as she rode, And all the low wind hardly breathed for fear.
Sayfa 52 - Thee, me, himself? Lifts not the Heaven its dome above ? Doth not the firm-set earth beneath us lie ? And beaming tenderly with looks of love, Climb not the everlasting stars on high...

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