Literary Anecdotes and Contemporary Reminiscences of Professor Porson and Others, 1 tomasJ.R. Smith, 1852 |
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Kiti leidimai - Peržiūrėti viską
Literary Anecdotes and Contemporary Reminiscences of Professor ..., 1 tomas Edmund Henry Barker Visos knygos peržiūra - 1852 |
Literary Anecdotes and Contemporary Reminiscences, of Professor ..., 1 tomas Edmund Henry Barker Visos knygos peržiūra - 1852 |
Literary Anecdotes and Contemporary Reminiscences of Professor ..., 1 tomas Edmund Henry Barker Visos knygos peržiūra - 1852 |
Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
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108 psl. - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
109 psl. - We thought as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow ! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him, — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
109 psl. - Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow...
97 psl. - My stockings there I often knit, my kerchief there I hem ; and there upon the ground I sit — I sit and sing to them. And often after sunset, sir, when it is light and fair, I take my little porringer, and eat my supper there.
108 psl. - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow ; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
98 psl. - And when the ground was white with snow And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side." "How many are you, then," said I, "If they two are in heaven?
153 psl. - I nor pow'r pursue, Nor hold forbidden joys in view ; We, therefore, need not part. Where wilt thou dwell, if not with me, From av'rice and ambition free, And pleasure's fatal wiles ? For whom, alas ! dost thou prepare The sweets, that I was wont to share, The banquet of thy smiles...
97 psl. - Then did the little maid reply, "Seven boys and girls are we; Two of us in the churchyard lie Beneath the churchyard tree.
96 psl. - That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad: Her eyes were fair, and very fair ; — Her beauty made me glad. "Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be?" "How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me.
195 psl. - Sidney's sister, Pembroke's mother. Death, ere thou hast slain another Fair and learn'd and good as she, Time shall throw a dart at thee.