English Prose and Verse from Beowulf to StevensonHenry Spackman Pancoast H. Holt, 1915 - 816 Seiten |
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... once bright , Wassail cups wondrous of warriors departed Stript of their mountings , many a helmet Ancient and rusted , armlets a many , Curiously woven . ( Wealth so hoarded , Buried treasure , will taint with pride , Him that hides it ...
... once bright , Wassail cups wondrous of warriors departed Stript of their mountings , many a helmet Ancient and rusted , armlets a many , Curiously woven . ( Wealth so hoarded , Buried treasure , will taint with pride , Him that hides it ...
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... Once more , in a third way , Since that we two have taken both One book of rules to follow . Under the canons ' rank and life So as Saint Austin2 set ; I now have done even as thou bad'st , Forwarding to thy will , I now have turned ...
... Once more , in a third way , Since that we two have taken both One book of rules to follow . Under the canons ' rank and life So as Saint Austin2 set ; I now have done even as thou bad'st , Forwarding to thy will , I now have turned ...
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... once I lay in winter's night , Sunk deep in sleep before the day , Methought I saw a wondrous sight ; Upon a bier a body lay . It once had been a wilful Knight , Scant service he to God did pay ; Clean lost had he his lifės light , The ...
... once I lay in winter's night , Sunk deep in sleep before the day , Methought I saw a wondrous sight ; Upon a bier a body lay . It once had been a wilful Knight , Scant service he to God did pay ; Clean lost had he his lifės light , The ...
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... once in sudden raid A thousand devils and yet mo . And when they once had on him laid Their savage claws , they tare him so He was in torment , sore afraid , Tossed , tugged and tousled to and fro . 360 365 For they were shaggy , shock ...
... once in sudden raid A thousand devils and yet mo . And when they once had on him laid Their savage claws , they tare him so He was in torment , sore afraid , Tossed , tugged and tousled to and fro . 360 365 For they were shaggy , shock ...
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... once was wont dispel my wrong , Lift up my lot , my spirit heal . 15 1 John Barbour , a Scottish contemporary of Chaucer , was Archdeacon of Aberdeen . The Bruce , a poem in twenty books , celebrates the deliverance of Scotland from her ...
... once was wont dispel my wrong , Lift up my lot , my spirit heal . 15 1 John Barbour , a Scottish contemporary of Chaucer , was Archdeacon of Aberdeen . The Bruce , a poem in twenty books , celebrates the deliverance of Scotland from her ...
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Seite 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.
Seite 511 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.— But hark!
Seite 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...
Seite 483 - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power. Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart : Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea : Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou...
Seite 462 - O ! may Heaven their simple lives prevent From luxury's contagion, weak and vile ! Then, howe'er crowns and coronets be rent, A virtuous populace may rise the while, And stand a wall of fire around their much-lov'd isle. 180 O Thou ! who pour'd the patriotic tide, That stream'd thro...
Seite 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?
Seite 520 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near.
Seite 536 - No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him.
Seite 480 - To live beneath your more habitual sway. I love the Brooks which down their channels fret, Even more than when I tripped lightly as they ; The innocent brightness of a new-born Day Is lovely yet ; The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality ; Another race hath been, and other palms are won.
Seite 164 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...