English Prose and Verse from Beowulf to StevensonHenry Spackman Pancoast H. Holt, 1915 - 816 էջ |
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... Heart Leaps Up . 478 tree ... 503 The Solitary Reaper . 478 JOSEPH BLANCO WHITE ( 1775-1841 ) : Immortality Ode .... 478 Sonnet to Night . 503 I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud . 480 THOMAS CAMPBELL ( 1777-1844 ) : She was a Phantom of ...
... Heart Leaps Up . 478 tree ... 503 The Solitary Reaper . 478 JOSEPH BLANCO WHITE ( 1775-1841 ) : Immortality Ode .... 478 Sonnet to Night . 503 I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud . 480 THOMAS CAMPBELL ( 1777-1844 ) : She was a Phantom of ...
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... heart ; fit [ for health ] it was ! 35 THE WANDERER1 ( Translated by EMILY H. HICKEY ) ' Still the lone one and desolate waits for his Maker's ruth— God's good mercy , albeit so long it tarry , in sooth . Careworn and sad of heart , on ...
... heart ; fit [ for health ] it was ! 35 THE WANDERER1 ( Translated by EMILY H. HICKEY ) ' Still the lone one and desolate waits for his Maker's ruth— God's good mercy , albeit so long it tarry , in sooth . Careworn and sad of heart , on ...
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... heart , and whitherward turn they will . The prudent must understand how terror and awe shall be , When the glory ... heart he hath often bethought him of slayings many and fell , 70 And these be the words he taketh , the thoughts of his ...
... heart , and whitherward turn they will . The prudent must understand how terror and awe shall be , When the glory ... heart he hath often bethought him of slayings many and fell , 70 And these be the words he taketh , the thoughts of his ...
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... heart , That my lot is , to learn The wide joy of waters , The whirl of salt spray . Often desire drives My soul to depart , That the home of the strangers Far hence I may seek . There is no man among us So proud in his mind , Nor so ...
... heart , That my lot is , to learn The wide joy of waters , The whirl of salt spray . Often desire drives My soul to depart , That the home of the strangers Far hence I may seek . There is no man among us So proud in his mind , Nor so ...
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... heart should truly believe , With tongue should ever tell of it , In deed should follow it , 35 There's none so rich , nor none so free , But that he soon shall hence away . Nothing may ever his warrant be , Gold , nor silver , nor ...
... heart should truly believe , With tongue should ever tell of it , In deed should follow it , 35 There's none so rich , nor none so free , But that he soon shall hence away . Nothing may ever his warrant be , Gold , nor silver , nor ...
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Common terms and phrases
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?