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Výsledky 1 - 5 z 67.
Strana 13
... born ladies , had , at last been seized with the madness of fighting , and had gone into the arena , to delight the populace with the sight of their murdering each other . 5 11. Christian preachers had for generations inveighed against ...
... born ladies , had , at last been seized with the madness of fighting , and had gone into the arena , to delight the populace with the sight of their murdering each other . 5 11. Christian preachers had for generations inveighed against ...
Strana 14
... born in London in 1788 , and became a peer at the age of 10 , by the death of his great uncle . His writings display lofty genius , often used for the noblest , but sometimes degraded to the most unworthy ends . Spoiled in boyhood , he ...
... born in London in 1788 , and became a peer at the age of 10 , by the death of his great uncle . His writings display lofty genius , often used for the noblest , but sometimes degraded to the most unworthy ends . Spoiled in boyhood , he ...
Strana 21
... born in 1254. At the age of 17 he set out with his father and uncle for Tartary , and remained in the service of the Khan of Tartary from 1275 to 1292 , when he returned to Europe , where he died , in 1324 . 4 vermilion , a bright ...
... born in 1254. At the age of 17 he set out with his father and uncle for Tartary , and remained in the service of the Khan of Tartary from 1275 to 1292 , when he returned to Europe , where he died , in 1324 . 4 vermilion , a bright ...
Strana 22
... born early in 1801. His early career was very brilliant , but his health gave way while he was still young , and he died , after years of lingering , in 1839. His poems were published in 1864 . 1 To horse ! to horse ! Sir Nicholas , the ...
... born early in 1801. His early career was very brilliant , but his health gave way while he was still young , and he died , after years of lingering , in 1839. His poems were published in 1864 . 1 To horse ! to horse ! Sir Nicholas , the ...
Strana 23
... born in 1619 , and served as a dashing cavalry officer in the civil wars . He died in London in 1682 . White Guy , Sir Nicholas's horse . The raven , & c . , in anticipation of the coming slaughter . Marston Moor , near York . The ...
... born in 1619 , and served as a dashing cavalry officer in the civil wars . He died in London in 1682 . White Guy , Sir Nicholas's horse . The raven , & c . , in anticipation of the coming slaughter . Marston Moor , near York . The ...
Časté výrazy a frázy
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Populárne pasáže
Strana 241 - Beyond the shadow of the ship, I watched the water-snakes: They moved in tracks of shining white, And when they reared, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes. Within the shadow of the ship I watched their rich attire: Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, They coiled and swam; and every track Was a flash of golden fire.
Strana 16 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his droop'd head sinks gradually low — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower; and now The arena swims around him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won.
Strana 67 - Shall one by one be gathered to thy side, By those, who in their turn shall follow them. So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Strana 238 - And a good south wind sprung up behind ; The Albatross did follow, And every day, for food or play, Came to the mariner's hollo ! In mist or cloud, on mast or shroud, It perched for vespers nine ; Whiles all the night, through fog-smoke white, Glimmered the white Moon-shine.
Strana 154 - Oft, in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me : The smiles, the tears, Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken ; The eyes that shone, Now dimmed and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken ! Thus, in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain hath bound me, Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me.
Strana 236 - He holds him with his glittering eye — The Wedding-Guest stood still, And listens like a three years' child: The Mariner hath his will.
Strana 373 - All this? ay, more: Fret till your proud heart break; Go, show your slaves how choleric you are, And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge? Must I observe you? Must I stand and crouch Under your testy humour? By the gods, You shall digest the venom of your spleen, Though it do split you; for, from this day forth, I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter, When you are waspish.
Strana 238 - Nor dim nor red, like God's own head, The glorious Sun uprist: Then all averred, I had killed the bird That brought the fog and mist. 'Twas right, said they, such birds to slay, That bring the fog and mist.
Strana 237 - At length did cross an Albatross, Thorough the fog it came ; As if it had been a Christian soul, We hailed it in God's name.
Strana 88 - His children, too, were as ragged and wild as if they belonged to nobody. His son Rip, an urchin begotten in his own likeness, promised to inherit the habits, with the old clothes, of his father. He was generally seen trooping like a colt at his mother's heels, equipped in a pair of his father's cast-off...