Chambers's narrative series of standard reading books, Книга 6 |
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... sail to Plymouth Bay ; Her crew had seen Castile's black fleet beyond Aurigny's isle , At earliest twilight , on the waves lie heaving many a mile ; At sunset she escaped their van , by God's especial grace ; And the tall Pinta , till ...
... sail to Plymouth Bay ; Her crew had seen Castile's black fleet beyond Aurigny's isle , At earliest twilight , on the waves lie heaving many a mile ; At sunset she escaped their van , by God's especial grace ; And the tall Pinta , till ...
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... sun uprist : Then all averred I had killed the bird That brought the fog and mist . " " Twas right , " said they , " such birds to slay That bring the fog and mist . " 22 . ' Down dropped the breeze , the sails 72 1222 STANDARD VI .
... sun uprist : Then all averred I had killed the bird That brought the fog and mist . " " Twas right , " said they , " such birds to slay That bring the fog and mist . " 22 . ' Down dropped the breeze , the sails 72 1222 STANDARD VI .
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... sails dropped down , ' Twas sad as sad could be ; And we did speak only to break The silence of the sea . 23 . ' Day after day , day after day , We stuck , nor breath nor motion ; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean . 24 ...
... sails dropped down , ' Twas sad as sad could be ; And we did speak only to break The silence of the sea . 23 . ' Day after day , day after day , We stuck , nor breath nor motion ; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean . 24 ...
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... sails that glance in the sun , Like restless gossameres ? 35 . ' Are those her ribs through which the sun Did peer , as through a grate ? And is that woman all her crew ? Is that a Death ? and are there two ? Is Death that woman's mate ...
... sails that glance in the sun , Like restless gossameres ? 35 . ' Are those her ribs through which the sun Did peer , as through a grate ? And is that woman all her crew ? Is that a Death ? and are there two ? Is Death that woman's mate ...
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... sails That were so thin and sere . 50 . 6 The loud wind never reached the ship , Yet now the ship moved on ! Beneath the lightning and the moon The dead men gave a groan . 51 . ' They groaned , they stirred , they all uprose , Nor spake ...
... sails That were so thin and sere . 50 . 6 The loud wind never reached the ship , Yet now the ship moved on ! Beneath the lightning and the moon The dead men gave a groan . 51 . ' They groaned , they stirred , they all uprose , Nor spake ...
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Antonio asked Bassanio bear beautiful began bird boat called canoes captain Captain Thorn castle cold comrades creature crew cried dark dead dear deck delight Doocot door DRAGON OF WANTLEY ducats duck duckling Eurylochos eyes eyrie father feet fell Ferrers fire Flaxman George Somers Gratiano hand happy head heard heart Helios Heracles hope horned owl horse Jery John Flaxman knew Kremlin lady land live looked Lord Raglan M'Kay morning mother Nerissa never night o'er Odysseus Panurge passed pilgrim-boy pinnace poor Portia Poundall Red-Cross Knight replied ring rock Rolf round rushed sail seemed shew ship shore shout Shylock side Skylla Soldier soon stood sweet thee thing thou thought tide told Tonquin took turned voice watch waves wife wind wonder young youth
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Страница 170 - Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, " Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you "—here I opened wide the door.
Страница 30 - So we were left galloping, Joris and I, Past Looz and past Tongres, no cloud in the sky; The broad sun above laughed a pitiless laugh, 'Neath our feet broke the brittle bright stubble like chaff; Till over by Dalhem a dome-spire sprang white, And "Gallop," gasped Joris, "for Aix is in sight!
Страница 128 - I WAS ever of opinion, that the honest man who married, and brought up a large family, did more service than he who continued single, and only talked of population.
Страница 67 - Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken — The ice was all between. The ice was here, the ice was there, The ice was all around: It cracked and growled, and roared and howled, Like noises in a swound!
Страница 30 - And his low head and crest, just one sharp ear bent back For my voice, and the other pricked out on his track, And one eye's black intelligence — ever that glance O'er its white edge at me, his own master, askance; And the thick heavy spume-flakes, which aye and anon His fierce lips shook upwards in galloping on.
Страница 121 - And after April, when May follows, And the whitethroat builds, and all the swallows? Hark, where my blossomed pear-tree in the hedge Leans to the field and scatters on the clover Blossoms and dewdrops — at the bent spray's edge- — That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, Lest you should think he never could recapture The first fine careless rapture!
Страница 125 - Hebrides. Will no one tell me what she sings? — Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again? Whate'er the theme, the maiden sang As if her song could have no ending...
Страница 30 - Neck by neck, stride by stride, never changing our place; I turned in my saddle and made its girths tight, Then shortened each stirrup, and set the pique right, Rebuckled the cheek-strap, chained slacker the bit, Nor galloped less steadily Roland a whit.
Страница 170 - Thrilled me— filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating, " 'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door: Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door: This it is and nothing more.
Страница 176 - I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds With coldness still returning; Alas! the gratitude of men Hath oftener left me mourning.