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... hand . Her face is not beautiful even in repose ; at the moment chosen by the painter it is almost distorted as she looks toward the sky . She is trying to comprehend the emotion that the marvelous song awakens , trying also to discover ...
... hand . Her face is not beautiful even in repose ; at the moment chosen by the painter it is almost distorted as she looks toward the sky . She is trying to comprehend the emotion that the marvelous song awakens , trying also to discover ...
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... hand startles the man like a touch of a toad ; the 30 inequalities of the pavement shake his heart into his mouth ; a piece of denser darkness threatens an ambuscade or a chasm in the pathway ; and where the air is brighter , the houses ...
... hand startles the man like a touch of a toad ; the 30 inequalities of the pavement shake his heart into his mouth ; a piece of denser darkness threatens an ambuscade or a chasm in the pathway ; and where the air is brighter , the houses ...
Page 106
... hand , when it began to open out and go sharply downward . Plainly this lay no longer in the direc- tion of his inn ; but the hope of a little more light tempted him forward to reconnoiter . The lane ended in a terrace with a bartizan ...
... hand , when it began to open out and go sharply downward . Plainly this lay no longer in the direc- tion of his inn ; but the hope of a little more light tempted him forward to reconnoiter . The lane ended in a terrace with a bartizan ...
Page 109
... hands , until his foot struck the bottom step ; then he rapidly scaled the stairs , stood for a moment to compose his ... hand was famous . It would be difficult to imagine anything at once so fleshy and The Sire de Maletroit's Door 109.
... hands , until his foot struck the bottom step ; then he rapidly scaled the stairs , stood for a moment to compose his ... hand was famous . It would be difficult to imagine anything at once so fleshy and The Sire de Maletroit's Door 109.
Page 111
... me stay here any longer ; and if I cannot make my way out in a more decent fashion , I will hack your door in pieces with my sword . ” The Sire de Maletroit raised his right hand and wagged The Sire de Maletroit's Door 111.
... me stay here any longer ; and if I cannot make my way out in a more decent fashion , I will hack your door in pieces with my sword . ” The Sire de Maletroit raised his right hand and wagged The Sire de Maletroit's Door 111.
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Page 50 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Page 87 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O hark, O hear ! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going ! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing ! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Page 419 - If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or being hated don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise...
Page 143 - Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning — little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door, Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as "Nevermore.
Page 145 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, . And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore...
Page 311 - The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen ; man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was.
Page 166 - And with circles of red for his eye-sockets' rim. Then I cast loose my buffcoat, each holster let fall, Shook off both my jack-boots, let go belt and all, Stood up in the stirrup, leaned, patted his ear, Called my Roland his pet-name, my horse without peer ; Clapped my hands, laughed and sang, any noise, bad or good, Till at length into Aix Roland galloped and stood. And all I remember is, friends flocking round As I sat with his head 'twixt my knees on the ground; And no voice but was praising this...
Page 165 - HOW THEY BROUGHT THE GOOD NEWS FROM GHENT TO AIX I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he ; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three; 'Good speed!' cried the watch, as the gate-bolts undrew ;
Page 170 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips - 'The foe! they come! they come!' And wild and high the 'Cameron's gathering
Page 130 - HERON'S SONG. O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best, And save his good broadsword he weapons had none ; He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.