The Rhine, Legends, Traditions, History, from Cologne to Mainz, Հատոր 1F. C. Westley, 1839 |
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The Rhine, Legends, Traditions, History, from Cologne to Mainz, Հատոր 1 Joseph Snowe Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1839 |
The Rhine, Legends, Traditions, History, from Cologne to Mainz, Հատոր 2 Joseph Snowe Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1839 |
The Rhine, Legends, Traditions, History, from Cologne to Mainz, Հատոր 1 Joseph Snowe Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1839 |
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Էջ 99 - When in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath threshed the corn, That ten day-labourers could not end; Then lies him down, the lubber fiend, And, stretched out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength; And crop-full out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings.
Էջ 296 - To the very moment that he bade me tell it; Wherein I spake of most disastrous chances, Of moving accidents by flood and field, Of hair-breadth 'scapes i...
Էջ 299 - She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
Էջ 265 - Whom the gods love die young' was said of yore, And many deaths do they escape by this: The death of friends, and that which slays even more — The death of friendship, love, youth, all that is, Except mere breath ; and since the silent shore Awaits at last even those who longest miss The old archer's shafts, perhaps the early grave Which men weep over may be meant to save.
Էջ 99 - Robin Goodfellow : are you not he, That fright the maidens of the villagery ; Skim milk ; and sometimes labour in the quern, And bootless make the breathless housewife churn ; And sometime make the drink to bear no barm ; Mislead night-wanderers, laughing at their harm ? Those that Hobgoblin call you, and sweet Puck, You do their work, and they shall have good luck : Are not you he ? Puck.
Էջ 470 - My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind, So flewed, so sanded, and their heads are hung With ears that sweep away the morning dew ; Crook-kneed, and dewlapped like Thessalian bulls ; Slow in pursuit, but matched in mouth like bells, Each under each. A cry more tuneable Was never holla'd to, nor cheered with horn, In Crete, in Sparta, nor in Thessaly.
Էջ 145 - ... machinery came into action ; the mill was in full operation. It was at this moment that the ruffian intruder had succeeded in squeezing himself through the aperture in the wall, and getting himself safely lodged in the interior of the great drum wheel. His dismay, however, was indescribable when he began to be whirled about with its rotation, and found that all his efforts to put a stop to the powerful machinery which set it in motion, or to extricate himself from this perilous situation, were...
Էջ 430 - ... fortress, with his feet bare, his head uncovered, and with no other raiment but a wretched piece of coarse woollen cloth thrown over his body to cover his nakedness. The fourth day he was admitted to the presence of the lordly...
Էջ 133 - Tis believed that this harp which I wake now for thee Was a siren of old who sung under the sea ; And who often at eve through the bright billow roved To meet on the green shore a youth whom she loved. But she loved him in vain, for he left her to weep, And in tears all the night her gold...
Էջ 429 - When things were come to this desperate extremity, and the faction, which was formed against this unfortunate prince, grew more formidable from day to day, his friends advised him to go into Italy, and implore in person the clemency of the pontiff. The emperor yielded to this ignominious counsel, without, however, obtaining from his voyage the advantages he expected. He passed the Alps, amidst the rigour of a severe winter, arrived, in the month of February 1077, at the fortress of Canusium, where...