Poems, Narrative and LyricalW. D. Ticknor, 1844 - 216 pagina's |
Vanuit het boek
Resultaten 1-5 van 16
Pagina 17
... gleaming axe , And gazing on the wave , His fearless soul was churning up The death - rune of the brave . Upheaving then his giant form Upon the brown bark's prow , And tossing back the yellow storm Of hair from his broad brow ; The ...
... gleaming axe , And gazing on the wave , His fearless soul was churning up The death - rune of the brave . Upheaving then his giant form Upon the brown bark's prow , And tossing back the yellow storm Of hair from his broad brow ; The ...
Pagina 22
... gleaming sword , Our garner the broad shield , - Let peasants sow , but still he's lord Who's master of the field ; Let them come on , the bastard - born , Each soil - stain'd churle ! -alack ! What gain they but a splitten skull , A ...
... gleaming sword , Our garner the broad shield , - Let peasants sow , but still he's lord Who's master of the field ; Let them come on , the bastard - born , Each soil - stain'd churle ! -alack ! What gain they but a splitten skull , A ...
Pagina 27
... Thy white arms are locked in Broad bracelets of gold ; Thy girdle - stead's gleaming With treasures untold : The circlet that binds up Thy long yellow hair , Is starred thick with jewels , That bright are and JARL EGILL 27 SKALLAGRIM .
... Thy white arms are locked in Broad bracelets of gold ; Thy girdle - stead's gleaming With treasures untold : The circlet that binds up Thy long yellow hair , Is starred thick with jewels , That bright are and JARL EGILL 27 SKALLAGRIM .
Pagina 35
... gleam . MIGHT GIVER ! I kiss thee . I've heard great harps sounding , In brave bower and hall , I've drank the sweet music That bright lips let fall , I've hunted in greenwood , And heard small birds sing ; But away with this idle And ...
... gleam . MIGHT GIVER ! I kiss thee . I've heard great harps sounding , In brave bower and hall , I've drank the sweet music That bright lips let fall , I've hunted in greenwood , And heard small birds sing ; But away with this idle And ...
Pagina 78
... gleaming On small ivory hands . There were bowers by the brook's brink And flowers bursting free ; There were hot lips to suck forth A lost soul from me ! Now , mountain and meadow , Frith , forest and river , Are mingling with shadows ...
... gleaming On small ivory hands . There were bowers by the brook's brink And flowers bursting free ; There were hot lips to suck forth A lost soul from me ! Now , mountain and meadow , Frith , forest and river , Are mingling with shadows ...
Overige edities - Alles bekijken
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
agony Allah Andrew Henderson bark beauty blade blood bosom bower brave breath bright bright eye brow burst cauld cheek Chirrup chivalry cold dark Daughter of Einar death doom doth doun dream earth endearing Farewell feel flower foam fond frae glad Glasgow gleaming glee glory gone green Grenada hand hark hath hauberk heart heaven Heigho hour il allah Jarl Egill Jeanie Morrison kiss thee lady land leaf life's light lips Lord love's luve madness maiden merry midnight midnight wind moonshine Motherwell murmured mute Nameless Tomb ne'er night Northmen o'er ocean Ouglou ower Paisley pale proud scorn Sea-King shadows shore sigh sing Skalds skink sleep smile song sound spirit stars strand stream sweet sword tall tear thine thundering tree voice vows wandering Water wave weary weep well-a-day wild WILLIAM MOTHERWELL Willie Wind and Rain wood yonder young Harald