Tales of a Wayside InnTicknor and Fields, 1864 - 225 pages |
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... KING ROBERT OF SICILY . INTERLUDE THE MUSICIAN'S TALE . THE SAGA OF KING OLAF 1. The Challenge of Thor II . King Olaf's Return • 55 69 . 71 71 74 III . Thora of Rimol 79 IV . Queen Sigrid.
... KING ROBERT OF SICILY . INTERLUDE THE MUSICIAN'S TALE . THE SAGA OF KING OLAF 1. The Challenge of Thor II . King Olaf's Return • 55 69 . 71 71 74 III . Thora of Rimol 79 IV . Queen Sigrid.
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... mild , My friend and teacher , when a child , Who sometimes in those days of old The legend of an Angel told , Which ran , if I remember , thus . " THE SICILIAN'S TALE . KING ROBERT OF SICILY . ROBERT 54 TALES OF A WAYSIDE INN .
... mild , My friend and teacher , when a child , Who sometimes in those days of old The legend of an Angel told , Which ran , if I remember , thus . " THE SICILIAN'S TALE . KING ROBERT OF SICILY . ROBERT 54 TALES OF A WAYSIDE INN .
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. THE SICILIAN'S TALE . KING ROBERT OF SICILY . ROBERT of Sicily , brother of Pope Urbane And Valmond , Emperor of Allemaine , Apparelled in magnificent attire , With retinue of many a knight and squire , On St ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. THE SICILIAN'S TALE . KING ROBERT OF SICILY . ROBERT of Sicily , brother of Pope Urbane And Valmond , Emperor of Allemaine , Apparelled in magnificent attire , With retinue of many a knight and squire , On St ...
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... King Robert muttered scornfully , " " Tis well that such seditious words are sung Only by priests and in the Latin tongue ; For unto priests and people be it known , There is no power can push me from my throne ! " And leaning back , he ...
... King Robert muttered scornfully , " " Tis well that such seditious words are sung Only by priests and in the Latin tongue ; For unto priests and people be it known , There is no power can push me from my throne ! " And leaning back , he ...
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... King Robert fiercely said , " Open : ' tis I , the King ! Art thou afraid ? " The frightened sexton , muttering , with a curse , " This is some drunken vagabond , or worse ! Turned the great key and flung the portal wide ; A man rushed ...
... King Robert fiercely said , " Open : ' tis I , the King ! Art thou afraid ? " The frightened sexton , muttering , with a curse , " This is some drunken vagabond , or worse ! Turned the great key and flung the portal wide ; A man rushed ...
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Page 209 - BETWEEN the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour. I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet, The sound of a door that is opened, And voices soft and sweet.
Page 18 - Listen, my children, and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five; Hardly a man is now alive Who remembers that famous day and year.
Page 25 - You know the rest. In the books you have read How the British Regulars fired and fled, — How the farmers gave them ball for ball. From behind each fence and farm-yard wall, Chasing the redcoats down the lane, Then crossing the fields to emerge again Under the trees at the turn of the road, And only pausing to fire and load.
Page 210 - Hour. I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet, The sound of a door that is opened, And voices soft and sweet. From my study I see in the lamplight, Descending the broad hall stair, Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra, And Edith with golden hair. A whisper, and then a silence: Yet I know by their merry eyes They are plotting and planning together To take me by surprise.
Page 216 - Then comes a puff of smoke from her guns, And leaps the terrible death, With fiery breath, From each open port. We are not idle, but send her straight Defiance back in a full broadside ! As hail rebounds from a roof of slate, Rebounds our heavier hail From each iron scale Of the monster's hide. 'Strike your flag ! ' the rebel cries, In his arrogant old plantation strain. 'Never!
Page 190 - The robin and the blue-bird, piping loud, Filled all the blossoming orchards with their glee; The sparrows chirped as if they still were proud Their race in Holy Writ should mentioned be; And hungry crows, assembled in a crowd, Clamored their piteous prayer incessantly, Knowing who hears the ravens cry, and said, "Give us, O Lord, this day our daily bread!
Page 66 - And now the visit ending, and once more Valmond returning to the Danube's shore, Homeward the Angel journeyed, and again The land was made resplendent with his train, Flashing along the towns of Italy Unto Salerno, and from thence by sea.
Page 23 - He has left the village and mounted the steep, And beneath him, tranquil and broad and deep, Is the Mystic, meeting the ocean tides ; And under the alders, that skirt its edge, Now soft on the sand, now loud on the ledge. Is heard the tramp of his steed as he rides.
Page 59 - From hall to hall he passed with breathless speed; Voices and cries he heard, but did not heed, Until at last he reached the banquet-room, Blazing with light, and breathing with perfume. There on the dais sat another king, Wearing his robes, his crown, his signet-ring — King Robert's self in features, form, and height, But all transfigured with angelic light! It was an angel ; and his presence there With a divine effulgence filled the air, An exaltation, piercing the disguise, Though none the hidden...
Page 196 - You slay them all! and wherefore? for the gain Of a scant handful more or less of wheat, Or rye, or barley, or some other grain, Scratched up at random by industrious feet, Searching for worm or weevil after rain ! Or a few cherries, that are not so sweet As are the songs these uninvited guests Sing at their feast with comfortable breasts.