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" I HAVE read, in some old marvellous tale, Some legend strange and vague, That a midnight host of spectres pale Beleaguered the walls of Prague. Beside the Moldau's rushing stream, With the wan moon overhead, There stood, as in an awful dream, The army... "
The Native Poets of Maine - Страница 18
по S. Herbert Lancey - 1854 - 312 страници
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The Evergreen, Том 1

1840 - 818 страници
...host of spectres pale Belcagured the walls of Prague. Beside the Moldau's rushing stream, With the won moon overhead, There stood, as in an awful dream,...No drum, nor sentry's pace ; The mist-like banners clasp d the air, Aa clouds with clouds embrace. But when the old cathedral bell Proclaim'd the morning...

The Bowdoin Poets

Edward Payson Weston - 1840 - 228 страници
...and vague, That a midnight host of spectres pale Beleaguered the walls of Prague. Beside the Moldau's rushing stream, With the wan moon overhead, There...sea-fog, landward bound, The spectral camp was seen, No other voice nor sound was there, No drum, nor sentry's pace ; The mist-like banners clasped the...

Rural Repository, Том 16

1840 - 210 страници
...and vague, That a midnight host of speetres pale Besieged the walls of Prague. Beside the Moldaw's rushing stream, With the wan moon overhead, There...the dead. White as a sea-fog, land-ward bound, The speetral eamp was seen, And with a sorrowful, deep sound, The river flowed between. No other voiee...

Punch, Том 127

Mark Lemon, Henry Mayhew, Tom Taylor, Shirley Brooks, Francis Cowley Burnand, Owen Seaman - 1904 - 484 страници
...marvellous tale, Some legend strange and vague, That a midnight host of spectres pale l the walls of Prague. No other voice nor sound was there, No drum, nor sentry's...banners clasped the air As clouds with clouds embrace. Tuesday. — Says Mr. CROOKS, mopping his manly brow as he returned to his seat after perambulating...

The Poets of America, Том 2

John Keese - 1842 - 336 страници
...and vague, That a midnight host of spectres pale Beleaguered the walls of Prague. Beside the Moldau's rushing stream, With the wan moon overhead, There...a sorrowful, deep sound, The river flowed between. 96 THE BELEAGUERED CITY. No other voice nor sound was there, No drum, nor sentry's pace ; The mist-like...

The Poets and Poetry of America: With an Historical Introduction

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1842 - 638 страници
...and vague, That a midnight host of spectres pale Beleagured the walls of Prague. Beside the Moldau's rushing stream, With the wan moon overhead, There...seen, And, with a sorrowful, deep sound, The river flow'd between. No other voice nor sound was there, No drum, nor sentry's pace ; The mist-like banners...

The Southern literary messenger, Том 8

1842 - 818 страници
...Beside the Moldan's rushing stream, With the wan moon over head, There stood, as in an awful dream, An army of the dead. White as a sea-fog, landward bound,...a sorrowful, deep sound, The river flowed between. I have read in the marvellous heart of man — That strange and mystic scroll — That an army of phantoms...

The Poet's Gift: Illustrated by One of Her Painters

John Keese - 1845 - 338 страници
...and vague, That a midnight host of spectres pale Beleaguered the walls of Prague. Beside the Moldau's rushing stream, With the wan moon overhead, There...camp was seen, And, with a sorrowful, deep sound, No other voice nor sound was there, No drum, nor sentry's pace ; The mist-like banners clasped the...

The Sea Lions; Or, The Lost Sealers

James Fenimore Cooper - 1849 - 448 страници
...the skin of his teeth, from wintering near the antarctic circle: CHAPTER Vli. '•Beside the Moldau's rushing stream, With the wan moon overhead,. There...stood, as in an awful dream, The army of the dead." LONGFELLOW. MOST of our readers will understand what was meant by Mary Pratt's " inclination of the...

The Family friend [ed. by R.K. Philp]., Том 4

Robert Kemp Philp - 434 страници
...midnight host of spectres pale Beleaguer'd the walls of Prague. Beside the Moldan's rushing stream. The wan moon overhead. There stood, as in an awful dream, The army of the dead. White as a pea-fog, landward bound, The spectral camp was seen, And, with a sorrowful, deep sound. The river flow'd...




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