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230 ページ - Ich weiss nicht was soil es bedeuten, Dass ich so traurig bin; Ein Marchen aus alten Zeiten, Das kommt mir nicht aus dem Sinn.
241 ページ - Cold is Cadwallo's tongue, That hush'd the stormy main : Brave Urien sleeps upon his craggy bed : Mountains, ye mourn in vain Modred, whose magic song Made huge Plinlimmon bow his cloud-topt head. On dreary Arvon's shore they lie, Smear'd with gore, and ghastly pale : Far, far aloof th' affrighted ravens sail ; The famish'd eagle screams, and passes by.
228 ページ - Do you know what day it is?" she continued. "It is the 2gth of December — it is your birthday! But last year we did not drink it — no, no. My Lord was cold, and my Harry was likely to die; and my brain was in a fever; and we had no wine. But now — now you are come again, bringing your sheaves with you, my dear.
224 ページ - Or, lulled to slumber by the beating rain, Secure and happy, sink at last to rest ! Or, if the sun in flaming Leo ride, By shady rivers indolently stray, And with my Delia walking side by side, Hear how they murmur as they glide away...