Tales of Wonder, Zväzok 2

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Strana 4 - O'er a' the ills o' life victorious! But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white — then melts for ever; Or like the borealis race That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide; The hour approaches Tam maun ride; That hour, o...
Strana 31 - Without a vain, without a grudging heart, To him who gives us all, I yield a part ; From him you come, for him accept it here, A frank and sober, more than costly cheer.
Strana 43 - Till all the rout retreat. By this the stars began to wink, They shriek, they fly. the tapers sink, And down v-drops the knight ; For never spell by fairie laid With strong enchantment bound a glade, Beyond the length of night. Chill, dark, alone, adreed, he lay, Till up the welkin rose the...
Strana 106 - Hoarse he bays with hideous din, Eyes that glow, and fangs that grin : And long pursues, with fruitless yell, The father of the powerful spell.
Strana 27 - To find if books or swains report it right (For yet by swains alone the world he knew, Whose feet came wandering o'er the nightly dew...
Strana 26 - FAR in a wild, unknown to public view, From youth to age a reverend hermit grew ; The moss his bed, the cave his humble cell, His food the fruits, his drink the crystal well : Remote from man, with God he pass'd the days, Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise.
Strana 37 - Yet, spite of all that Nature did To make his uncouth form forbid, This creature dar'd to love. He felt the charms of Edith's eyes, Nor wanted hope to gain the prize, Could ladies look within...
Strana 23 - ... of thy fault, Thy pledge and broken oath ! And give me back my maiden vow, And give me back my troth.
Strana 106 - The dust of the prophetic maid. Facing to the northern clime, Thrice he traced the Runic rhyme; Thrice pronounced, in accents dread, The thrilling verse that wakes the dead; Till from out the hollow ground Slowly breathed a sullen sound.
Strana 19 - Spanish town affright; Nothing then its wealth defended But my orders not to fight : O ! that in this rolling ocean I had cast them with disdain, And obey'd my heart's warm motion, To have quell'd the pride of Spain...

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