English Prose and Verse from Beowulf to StevensonHenry Spackman Pancoast H. Holt, 1915 - 816 էջ |
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... fall : ' Morn by morn I , alone , am fain to utter my woe ; Now is there none of the living to whom I dare to show Plainly the thought of my heart ; in very sooth I know 10 Excellent is it in man that his breast he straightly bind ...
... fall : ' Morn by morn I , alone , am fain to utter my woe ; Now is there none of the living to whom I dare to show Plainly the thought of my heart ; in very sooth I know 10 Excellent is it in man that his breast he straightly bind ...
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... fall 25 down at his feet , but he raised him up , and in a familiar manner said to him , " Behold by the help of God you have escaped the hands of the enemies whom you feared . Behold you have of his gift obtained the kingdom which you ...
... fall 25 down at his feet , but he raised him up , and in a familiar manner said to him , " Behold by the help of God you have escaped the hands of the enemies whom you feared . Behold you have of his gift obtained the kingdom which you ...
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... fall into the hands of the living God , " and many other things from the Scriptures , by which he would admonish us to 45 he answered , " It is easy . Take pen and ink , He rouse ourselves from the sleep of the soul by thinking upon our ...
... fall into the hands of the living God , " and many other things from the Scriptures , by which he would admonish us to 45 he answered , " It is easy . Take pen and ink , He rouse ourselves from the sleep of the soul by thinking upon our ...
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... While it lasts it is sorrow enow ; At end , man wears not robe so wide But he shall fall as leaf from bough . Amadas , Tristram , did they stay , Or Iseult 28 THE NORMAN CONQUEST TO CHAUCER THOMAS OF HALES: A Love Rune (Before 1226)
... While it lasts it is sorrow enow ; At end , man wears not robe so wide But he shall fall as leaf from bough . Amadas , Tristram , did they stay , Or Iseult 28 THE NORMAN CONQUEST TO CHAUCER THOMAS OF HALES: A Love Rune (Before 1226)
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... fall till the morrow . But I , all bliss with me doth wake , 55 Each heart is gladder for my sake , All live in joy when I am here , All wait for me to reappear . 46 50 50 33 60 65 70 75 As though with woad they had been dyed ; You ...
... fall till the morrow . But I , all bliss with me doth wake , 55 Each heart is gladder for my sake , All live in joy when I am here , All wait for me to reappear . 46 50 50 33 60 65 70 75 As though with woad they had been dyed ; You ...
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Allan-a-Dale Bargrave battle beauty behold Beowulf Binnorie Boethius breast breath called dark dead dear death delight doth dread Duke of Bedford earth England English eyes fair father fear fire flowers glory grace hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven holy honour hour king King Arthur lady land Layamon learning leave light live look Lord mind morning nature never night noble o'er pain pass pleasure poem poet poor praise pray pride prince quoth rich round Saladin Shakespeare sigh sight sing Sir Bedivere Sir Ector Sir Kay Sir Lucan Sir Mordred sleep song sorrow soul spirit sweet sword tears tell thee thine things thou art thought Timor Mortis conturbat tion Twas unto Veal ween weep wind wise words youth
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Էջ 429 - Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, 'Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
Էջ 306 - Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And without sneering, teach the rest to sneer; Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike, Just hint a fault and hesitate dislike...
Էջ 521 - I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain, when with never a stain The pavilion of Heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams Build up the blue dome of air, 80 ••I silently laugh at my own cenotaph.
Էջ 494 - Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover! A savage place! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover! And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething, As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing, A...
Էջ 494 - Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me, That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome ! those caves of ice ! And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware ! Beware ! His flashing eyes, his floating hair ! Weave a circle round him thrice, And close your eyes with holy dread, For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise.
Էջ 480 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower ; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind...
Էջ 497 - I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied : Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide ; And now am I come, with this lost love of mine To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland, more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar...
Էջ 509 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord!
Էջ 163 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
Էջ 519 - Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth! And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind! Be through my lips to unawakened earth The trumpet of a prophecy ! O, Wind, If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?