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... Persia , and sets out for some distant port or city where he may exchange his goods for coin or commodities that he may sell with advantage in his native town . But the journey is long and toilsome , and the perils of the desert , with ...
... Persia , and sets out for some distant port or city where he may exchange his goods for coin or commodities that he may sell with advantage in his native town . But the journey is long and toilsome , and the perils of the desert , with ...
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... Persia , at one time the capital of the Persian Empire , and now the chief town of the province of Fars . It is noted for being the birthplace of the famous Persian poets Saadi and Hafiz . It is situated on the river Rocknabad , near ...
... Persia , at one time the capital of the Persian Empire , and now the chief town of the province of Fars . It is noted for being the birthplace of the famous Persian poets Saadi and Hafiz . It is situated on the river Rocknabad , near ...
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... Persian princes . Cyrus had placed the kingdoms of Media and Persia under a dynasty of Persian princes , having conquered Astyages and placed his uncle Cyaxares on the throne of the two countries , which had for many years been governed ...
... Persian princes . Cyrus had placed the kingdoms of Media and Persia under a dynasty of Persian princes , having conquered Astyages and placed his uncle Cyaxares on the throne of the two countries , which had for many years been governed ...
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... Persians , —had ceased to ring in their ears , he had made his way to the palace , surrounded the hall , and slaughtered Belshazzar and the nobles before they had time to throw down bowl and goblet and stand on their defence . Such a ...
... Persians , —had ceased to ring in their ears , he had made his way to the palace , surrounded the hall , and slaughtered Belshazzar and the nobles before they had time to throw down bowl and goblet and stand on their defence . Such a ...
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... Persian's thousands stood , There had the glad earth drank their blood On old Platæa's 3 day ; And now there breathed that haunted air The sons of sires who conquered there , With arm to strike and soul to dare , As quick , as far as ...
... Persian's thousands stood , There had the glad earth drank their blood On old Platæa's 3 day ; And now there breathed that haunted air The sons of sires who conquered there , With arm to strike and soul to dare , As quick , as far as ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
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Beliebte Passagen
Seite 176 - An hour passed on — the Turk awoke; That bright dream was his last ; He woke — to hear his sentries shriek, " To arms ! they come ! the Greek ! the Greek...
Seite 177 - They fought like brave men, long and well; They piled that ground with Moslem slain; They conquered; but Bozzaris fell, Bleeding at every vein. His few surviving comrades saw His smile when rang their proud hurrah, And the red field was won, Then saw in death his eyelids close, Calmly as to a night's repose— Like flowers at set of sun.
Seite 159 - On a rock, whose haughty brow, Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Robed in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the Poet stood ; (Loose his beard, and hoary hair Streamed, like a meteor, to the troubled air) And with a Master's hand, and Prophet's fire, Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre.
Seite 67 - Smoothed up with snow; and, what is land unknown, What water, of the still unfrozen spring, In the loose marsh or solitary lake, Where the fresh fountain from the bottom boils.
Seite 182 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
Seite 182 - The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Seite 179 - Her soldier, closing with the foe, Gives for thy sake a deadlier blow; His plighted maiden, when she fears For him, the Joy of her young years, Thinks of thy fate and checks her tears. And she, the mother of thy boys. Though in her eye and faded cheek Is read the grief she will not speak, The memory of her buried Joys, And even she who gave thee birth, Will by their pilgrim-circled hearth Talk of thy doom without a sigh: For thou art freedom's now and fame's, One of the few, the immortal names, That...
Seite 43 - Where the dead and dying lay, Wounded by bayonets, shells, and balls, Somebody's Darling was borne one day — Somebody's Darling, so young and so brave, Wearing yet on his pale, sweet face, Soon to be hid by the dust of the grave, The lingering light of his boyhood's grace.
Seite 117 - Antwerp monks may sing a mass for thy poor spearmen's souls. Ho ! gallant nobles of the League, look that your arms be bright ; Ho ! burghers of Saint Genevieve, keep watch and ward to-night.
Seite 128 - And in at the windows, and in at the door, And through the walls helter-skelter they pour, And down from the ceiling, and up through the floor, From the right and the left, from behind and before, From within and without, from above and below, And all at once to the Bishop they go.