The Pied Piper of Hamelin: And Other PoemsHoughton, Mifflin, 1897 - 80 pagina's |
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40 cents Abd-el-Kader angel Asolo Athens Biographical Sketch brain Brancepeth brow Browning's Cavalier Tunes child cried Croisic Dabitur Damfreville death Double Number dramatic earth enclitic England English Essays eyes fancy Fano fifty-score strong flesh forever galloped Ghent Give a rouse gray Great-hearted gentlemen Greek grew Guercino guilders Hawthorne's head heart heaven here's Herodotus Hervé Riel Joris Julius Cæsar King Charles laughed life's lips lived Longfellow's look Mayor mind never night o'er once past Persia Pheidippides PIED PIPER pipe PIPER OF HAMELIN poem poet poetry poor Potter's wheel praise RABBI BEN EZRA rats ride Riverside ROBERT BROWNING rock Roger de Coverley Roland Roundheads saddle Shelley ship side singing this song Sordello soul Sparta stood thee Theocrite thou turned twixt verse Weser Whittier's yonder youth
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Pagina 10 - By Hasselt, Dirck groaned ; and cried Joris, " Stay spur ! "Your Roos galloped bravely, the fault's not in her, " We'll remember at Aix " — for one heard the quick wheeze Of her chest, saw the stretched neck and staggering knees, And sunk tail, and horrible heave of the flank, As down on her haunches she shuddered and sank.
Pagina 11 - 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...
Pagina 10 - for Aix is in sight! " How they'll greet us ! " and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets
Pagina 9 - And his low head and crest, just one sharp ear bent back For my voice, and the other pricked out on his track, And one eye's black intelligence — ever that glance O'er its white edge at me, his own master, askance; And the thick heavy spume-flakes, which aye and anon His fierce lips shook upwards in galloping on. By Hasselt, Dirck groaned; and cried Joris, "Stay spur! Your Roos galloped bravely, the fault's not in her; "We'll remember at Aix...
Pagina 23 - SEA and the long black land; And the yellow half-moon large and low; And the startled little waves that leap In fiery ringlets from their sleep, As I gain the cove with pushing prow, And quench its speed i' the slushy sand. Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach; Three fields to cross till a farm appears; A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch And blue spurt of a lighted match, And a voice less loud, through its joys and fears, Than the two hearts beating each to each!
Pagina 40 - And after April, when May follows, And the whitethroat builds, and all the swallows? Hark, where my blossomed pear-tree in the hedge Leans to the field and scatters on the clover Blossoms and dewdrops — at the bent spray's edge — That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over. Lest you should think he never could recapture The first fine careless rapture!
Pagina 79 - FEAR death? — to feel the fog in my throat, The mist in my face, When the snows begin, and the blasts denote I am nearing the place, The power of the night, the press of the storm, The post of the foe; Where he stands, the Arch Fear in a visible form, Yet the strong man must go...
Pagina 80 - And bade me creep past, No! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers The heroes of old, Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears Of pain, darkness and cold. For sudden the worst turns the best to the brave, The black minute's at end, And the elements...
Pagina 77 - Not on the vulgar mass Called "work," must sentence pass, Things done, that took the eye and had the price; O'er which, from level stand, The low world laid its hand, Found straightway to its mind, could value in a trice...
Pagina 40 - OH, TO BE in England Now that April's there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware, That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf, While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough In England - now...