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Abencerrages alchemist alchemy amusements ancient Annette Antonio appeared approached auto da fé beautiful bosom brought chamber charm companion Dame dance delight doctor Dolph Don Ambrosio door dream dressed Dutch endeavored English eyes fair Julia falconry fancy father favor favorite feel fond friends gentleman gipsy girl Grenada Hall hand haunted house hawk head heard heart Heer Antony Honfleur horse housekeeper humor Inez kind Lady Lillycraft length listened lived look lover Lower Normandy mansion Master Simon mind Moorish morning mother nature neighborhood neighboring never night old Christy old English once parson passed Pays d'Auge Peter de Groodt Phoebe Pietro D'Abano poor Ready-Money Jack recollection scene secret seemed seen sight Slingsby sloop smile song spirits Squire Squire's story talk tender thing thought Tibbets tion took tower trees turned village wandering whole window worthy young
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Página 272 - UNDER THE GREENWOOD TREE' UNDER the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And turn his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat; Come hither, come hither, come hither: Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun And loves to live i...
Página 148 - And thou were the kindest man that ever struck with sword. And thou were the goodliest person that ever came among press of knights. And thou was the meekest man and the gentlest that ever ate in hall among ladies. And thou were the sternest knight to thy mortal foe that ever put spear in the rest.
Página 384 - twas, but it express'd her fortune, And she died singing it : that song to-night Will not go from my mind ; I have much to do, But to go hang my head all at one side, And sing it like poor Barbara.
Página 361 - When in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath threshed the corn That ten day-labourers could not end; Then lies him down, the lubber fiend, And, stretched out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength, And crop-full out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings.
Página 80 - I was still feverish, and was obliged to keep within doors all day, in an inn of the small town of Derby. A wet Sunday in a country inn ! — whoever has had the luck to experience one can alone judge of my situation.
Página 258 - SONG. Go, lovely Rose, Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows When I resemble her to thee How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That had'st thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired ; Bid her...
Página 365 - I leap out laughing, ho, ho, ho! By wells and rills, in meadows green, We nightly dance our heyday guise; And to our fairy king and queen We chant our moonlight minstrelsies.
Página 94 - ... beholding, on the banks of the Missouri, an oak of prodigious size, which had been in a manner overpowered by an enormous wild grape-vine. The vine had clasped its huge folds round the trunk, and from thence had wound about every branch and twig, until the mighty tree had withered in its embrace. It seemed like Laoc'oon ' struggling ineffectually in the hideous coils of the monster Python.
Página 85 - I had not made many turns about the traveler's-room, when there was another ringing. Shortly afterwards there was a stir and an inquest about the house. The stout gentleman wanted the Times or the Chronicle newspaper. I set him down, therefore, for a whig ; or rather, from his being so absolute and lordly where he had a chance, I suspected him of being a radical. Hunt, I had heard, was a large man ; " who knows," thought I,
Página 444 - ... her far off, always sailing against the wind. Sometimes, in quiet moonlight nights, she would be seen under some high bluff of the highlands, all in deep shadow, excepting her top-sails glittering in the moon-beams : by the time, however, that the voyagers...