 Cloud-like we saw the shore Stretching to leeward; There for my lady's bower Built I the lofty tower, Which, to this very hour, Stands looking seaward. "There lived we many years; Time dried the maiden's tears; She had forgot her fears, She was a mother;...  The Complete Poetical Works of Longfellow - Σελίδα 13των Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1922 - 689 σελίδεςΠλήρης προβολή - Σχετικά με αυτό το βιβλίο
 | 1842 - 650 σελίδες
...o'er, Cloud-like we saw the shore Stretching to lea-ward ; There for my lady's bower Built I the lotfy tower, Which, to this very hour, Stands looking sea-ward....here, Clad in my warlike gear, Fell I upon my spear, 0, death was grateful ! " Thus, seamed with many scars Bursting these prison bars, Up to its native... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1842 - 148 σελίδες
...we westward bore, And when the storm was o'er, Cloud-like we saw the shore Stretching to lea-ward ; There for my lady's bower Built I the lofty tower,...here, Clad in my warlike gear, Fell I upon my spear, O, death was grateful ! " Thus, seamed with many scars Bursting these prison bars, Up to its native... | |
 | 1842 - 620 σελίδες
...o'er, Cloud-like we saw the shore Stretching to lea-ward ; There for my lady's bower Built I the lotfy tower, Which, to this very hour, Stands looking sea-ward....here, Clad in my warlike gear, Fell I upon my spear, 0, death was grateful ! " Thus, seamed with many scars Bursting these prison bars, Up to its native... | |
 | Daniel Kimball Whitaker, Milton Clapp, William Gilmore Simms, James Henley Thornwell - 1842 - 578 σελίδες
...closed her mild blue eyes, Under that tower she liee ; Ne'er shall the sun arise On such another 1 Still grew my bosom then, Still as a stagnant fen...the vast forest here, Clad in my warlike gear, Fell 1 upon my spear, O, death was grateful ! Thus, seamed with many scars Bursting these prison bars, Up... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1843 - 570 σελίδες
...we westward bore, And when the storm was o'er, Cloud-like we saw the shore Stretching to lea-ward ; There for my lady's bower Built I the lofty tower,...here, Clad in my warlike gear, Fell I upon my spear, O, death was grateful ! " Thus, seamed with many scars Bursting these prison bars, Up to its native... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1850 - 462 σελίδες
...we westward bore, And when the storm was o'er, Cloud-like we saw the shore Stretching to lee- ward ; There for my lady's bower Built I the lofty tower,...here, Clad in my warlike gear, Fell I upon my spear, " Thus, seamed with many scars Bursting these prison bars, Up to its native stars My soul ascended... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1850 - 500 σελίδες
...Stretching to lee-ward ; There for my lady's bower Built I the lofty tower, Which, to this very hour, Slands looking sea-ward. " There lived we many years ; Time...here, Clad in my warlike gear,. Fell I upon my spear, O, death was grateful ! " Thus, seamed with many scars Bursting these prison bars, Up to its native... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1851 - 596 σελίδες
...Stretching to leeward ! There for my lady's bower Built I the lofty tower, Which, to this very hour, There lived we many years ; Time dried the maiden's...gear, Fell I upon my spear, Oh, death was grateful ! Thus, seamed with many scars Bursting these prison-bars, Up to its native stars My soul ascended... | |
 | Charles Timothy Brooks - 1851 - 112 σελίδες
...forgot her fears, She was a mother ; Death closed her mild blue eyes; Under that tower she lies ; Jfc'er shall the sun arise On such another ! " Still grew...here, Clad in my warlike gear, Fell I upon my spear, — O, death was grateful ! " Thus, seamed with many scars, Bursting these prison-bars, Up to its native... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1852 - 588 σελίδες
...Struck we her ribs of steel ; Down her black hulk did reel Through the black water. " As with his wings aslant, Sails the fierce cormorant, Seeking some rocky...here, Clad in my warlike gear, Fell I upon my spear, O, death was grateful ! • • Thus, seam'd with many scan Bursting these prison bars, Up to its native... | |
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