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... rock , and the waves rushed in fast : Round and round flew the Raven , and cawed to the blast . He heard the last shriek of the perishing souls --- See ! See ! o'er the topmast the mad water rolls ! Right glad was the Raven , and off he ...
... rock , and the waves rushed in fast : Round and round flew the Raven , and cawed to the blast . He heard the last shriek of the perishing souls --- See ! See ! o'er the topmast the mad water rolls ! Right glad was the Raven , and off he ...
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... rock bursts and foams along ! LINES ON AN AUTUMNAL EVENING . * O THOU wild Fancy , check thy wing ! No more Those thin white flakes , those purple clouds explore ! Nor there with happy spirits speed thy flight Bathed in rich amber ...
... rock bursts and foams along ! LINES ON AN AUTUMNAL EVENING . * O THOU wild Fancy , check thy wing ! No more Those thin white flakes , those purple clouds explore ! Nor there with happy spirits speed thy flight Bathed in rich amber ...
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... rock's fearful brow Would pause abrupt — and gaze upon the waves below . Poor Chatterton ! he sorrows for thy fate Who would have praised and loved thee , ere too late . Poor Chatterton ! farewell ! of darkest hues This chaplet cast I ...
... rock's fearful brow Would pause abrupt — and gaze upon the waves below . Poor Chatterton ! he sorrows for thy fate Who would have praised and loved thee , ere too late . Poor Chatterton ! farewell ! of darkest hues This chaplet cast I ...
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... rock's fearful brow Would pause abrupt — and gaze upon the waves below . Poor Chatterton ! he sorrows for thy fate Who would have praised and loved thee , ere too late . Poor Chatterton ! farewell ! of darkest hues This chaplet cast I ...
... rock's fearful brow Would pause abrupt — and gaze upon the waves below . Poor Chatterton ! he sorrows for thy fate Who would have praised and loved thee , ere too late . Poor Chatterton ! farewell ! of darkest hues This chaplet cast I ...
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... rock The Yewtree bursts ! Beneath its dark green boughs ( ' Mid which the May - thorn blends its blossoms white ) Where broad smooth stones jut out in mossy seats , I rest - and now have gained the topmost site . Ah ! what a luxury of ...
... rock The Yewtree bursts ! Beneath its dark green boughs ( ' Mid which the May - thorn blends its blossoms white ) Where broad smooth stones jut out in mossy seats , I rest - and now have gained the topmost site . Ah ! what a luxury of ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
arms beautiful beneath bird blessed breast breath bright cheek child close clouds dark dear death deep dream earth face fair fancy father fear feel flowers gazed gentle green groan hand hath head hear heard heart Heaven hills holy hope hour human lady leave light listen living look Lord loud maid meet mind moon mother Nature never night notes o'er once pain passed Peace pleasure poem poor rise rock rose round seems sense Shape sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song soon soothe soul sound spirit stars stood strain strange stream sweet swelling tears tell thee thine things thou thought toil tree voice waves wild wind wing wood young youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 118 - Each spake words of high disdain And insult to his heart's best brother: They parted - ne'er to meet again! But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs, which had been rent asunder; A dreary sea now flows between; But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.
Seite 96 - The rock shone bright, the kirk no less, That stands above the rock: The moonlight steeped in silentness The steady weathercock. And the bay was white with silent light, Till rising from the same, Full many shapes, that shadows were, In crimson colours came.
Seite 89 - The upper air burst into life ! And a hundred fire-flags sheen, To and fro they were hurried about ! And to and fro, and in and out, The wan stars danced between.
Seite 92 - twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute; And now it is an angel's song That makes the heavens be mute. " It ceased"; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Seite 85 - We listened and looked sideways up! Fear at my heart, as at a cup, My life-blood seemed to sip! The stars were dim, and thick the night, The steersman's face by his lamp gleamed white; From the sails the dew did drip— Till clomb above the eastern bar The horned Moon, with one bright star Within the nether tip.
Seite 99 - Upon the whirl, where sank the ship, The boat spun round and round; And all was still, save that the hill Was telling of the sound. I moved my lips — the Pilot shrieked And fell down in a fit; The holy Hermit raised his eyes, And prayed where he did sit.
Seite 100 - I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me: To him my tale I teach.
Seite 83 - There passed a weary time. Each throat Was parched, and glazed each eye! — A weary time! a weary time How glazed each weary eye! When, looking westward, I beheld A something in the sky. At first it seemed a little speck, And then it seemed a mist; It moved and moved, and took at last A certain shape, I wist — A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist!
Seite 89 - My lips were wet, my throat was cold, My garments all were dank ; Sure I had drunken in my dreams, And still my body drank. I moved, and could not feel my limbs: I was so light — almost I thought that I had died in sleep, And was a blessed ghost.
Seite 216 - Rise, O ever rise, Rise like a cloud of Incense, from the Earth ! Thou kingly Spirit throned among the hills, Thou dread Ambassador from Earth to Heaven, Great Hierarch ! tell thou the silent Sky, And tell the Stars, and tell yon rising Sun, Earth, with her thousand voices, praises GOD.