Century Types of English Literature Chronologically ArrangedCentury Company, 1925 - 1144 Seiten |
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... vent the heavings of his breast ; but fast locked in his bosom by his heart strings , a secret longing for the beloved warrior burned in his blood . Then Beowulf , a hero splendid with gold , strode over the green earth , proud of his ...
... vent the heavings of his breast ; but fast locked in his bosom by his heart strings , a secret longing for the beloved warrior burned in his blood . Then Beowulf , a hero splendid with gold , strode over the green earth , proud of his ...
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... vent'rous , if that fail them , shrink , and fear What yet they know must follow — to en- dure Exile , or ignominy , or bonds , or pain , The sentence of their conqueror . This is now Our doom ; which if we can sustain and bear , 209 ...
... vent'rous , if that fail them , shrink , and fear What yet they know must follow — to en- dure Exile , or ignominy , or bonds , or pain , The sentence of their conqueror . This is now Our doom ; which if we can sustain and bear , 209 ...
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... Vent . I bring him news will raise his drooping spirits , Give him new life . Gent . He sees not Cleopatra . Vent . Would he had never seen her ! Gent . He eats not , drinks not , sleeps not , has no use Of anything , but thought ; or ...
... Vent . I bring him news will raise his drooping spirits , Give him new life . Gent . He sees not Cleopatra . Vent . Would he had never seen her ! Gent . He eats not , drinks not , sleeps not , has no use Of anything , but thought ; or ...
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... Vent . Does the mute sacrifice upbraid the priest ? He knows him not his executioner . Oh , she has deck'd his ruin with her love , Led him in golden bands to gaudy slaughter , And made perdition pleasing : she has left him The blank of ...
... Vent . Does the mute sacrifice upbraid the priest ? He knows him not his executioner . Oh , she has deck'd his ruin with her love , Led him in golden bands to gaudy slaughter , And made perdition pleasing : she has left him The blank of ...
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... Vent . I must disturb him ; I can hold no longer . ( Stands before him ) Ant . ( Starting up ) Art thou Venti- dius ? Vent . Are you Antony ? I'm liker what I was , than you to him I left you last . Ant . I'm angry . Vent . So am I. Ant ...
... Vent . I must disturb him ; I can hold no longer . ( Stands before him ) Ant . ( Starting up ) Art thou Venti- dius ? Vent . Are you Antony ? I'm liker what I was , than you to him I left you last . Ant . I'm angry . Vent . So am I. Ant ...
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arms beauty Beowulf Cæsar Chas Cleo dear death Deloraine Dola doth earth Ecgtheow eyes Eyre face Faerie Queene fair father fear Firk Gawain Geats give gold grace Grendel hall hand hast hath head Healfdene hear heard heart heaven Heorot Hodge honor Hrothgar Hygelac Johnson King knight Lady of Shalott Lady Sneer Lady Teaz laugh leave light live look lord master Mayor mighty mind never noble o'er pain pleasure poet pray prince queen quoth Robin Hood rose round Rustum Scyldings sing Sir Oliv Sir Pet Sir Peter song sorrow soul speak spirit stood sure Surf sweet sword Teazle tell thee thine things thought tion true truth Vent warrior ween wife wind words young youth
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Seite 271 - Reading maketh a full man; conference a ready man; and writing an exact man. And therefore, if a man write little, he had need have a great memory; if he confer little, he had need have a present wit: and if he read little, he had need have much cunning, to seem to know that he doth not.
Seite 636 - MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, > Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk : 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Seite 777 - OH yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood; That nothing walks with aimless feet; That not one life shall be destroy'd, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
Seite 701 - Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go mark him well; For him no minstrel raptures swell; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim; Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly...
Seite 626 - Had half impair'd the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o'er her face ; Where thoughts serenely sweet express, How pure, how dear their dwelling-place. And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
Seite 721 - And still she slept an azure-lidded sleep, In blanched linen, smooth, and lavender'd, While he from forth the closet brought a heap Of candied apple, quince, and plum, and gourd; With jellies soother than the creamy curd, And lucent syrops, tinct with cinnamon; Manna and dates, in argosy transferr'd From Fez; and spiced dainties, every one, From silken Samarcand to cedar'd Lebanon.
Seite 733 - In a few days his lordship's town house was observed to be on fire. The thing took wing and now there was nothing to be seen but fires in every direction. Fuel and pigs grew enormously dear all over the district. The insurance offices one and all shut up shop. People built slighter and slighter every day, until it was feared that the very science of architecture would in no long time be lost to the world. Thus this custom of firing houses continued, till in process of time...
Seite 701 - Caledonia ! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child ! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, Land of the mountain and the flood, Land of my sires ! what mortal hand Can e'er untie the filial band, That knits me to thy rugged strand ! Still, as I view each well-known scene, Think what is now, and what hath been, Seems as, to me, of all bereft, Sole friends thy woods and streams were left ; And thus I love them better still, Even in extremity of ill.
Seite 237 - That without them dare to woo ; And unless that mind I see, What care I how great she be ? Great, or good, or kind, or fair, I will ne'er the more despair: If she love me, this believe, I will die ere she shall grieve : If she slight me when I woo, I can scorn and let her go ; For if she be not for me, What care I for whom she be ? George Wither.
Seite 244 - Daffodils Fair daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon: As yet the early-rising sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the evensong; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along. » We have short time to stay as you; We have as short a spring; As quick a growth to meet decay, As you or anything. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the summer's rain; Or as the pearls of morning's dew, Ne'er to be found again.