Century Readings for a Course in English Literature, Band 2John William Cunliffe, James Francis Augustin Pyre, Karl Young, James Francis Augustine Pyre Century Company, 1915 - 1143 Seiten |
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... thou art with me here upon the banks Of this fair river ; thou my dearest Friend , 115 My dear , dear Friend ; and in thy voice I catch The language of my former heart , and read My former pleasures in the shooting lights Of thy wild ...
... thou art with me here upon the banks Of this fair river ; thou my dearest Friend , 115 My dear , dear Friend ; and in thy voice I catch The language of my former heart , and read My former pleasures in the shooting lights Of thy wild ...
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... thou leave thy Father he will die . ' The Youth made answer with a jocund voice ; 300 And Isabel , when she had told ... thou wilt leave me : with full heart I look upon thee , for thou art the same That wert a promise to me ere thy ...
... thou leave thy Father he will die . ' The Youth made answer with a jocund voice ; 300 And Isabel , when she had told ... thou wilt leave me : with full heart I look upon thee , for thou art the same That wert a promise to me ere thy ...
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... thou shouldst live the life they lived . But ' t is a long time to look back , my Son , And see so little gain from threescore years . These fields were burdened when they came to me ; 375 Till I was forty years of age , not more Than ...
... thou shouldst live the life they lived . But ' t is a long time to look back , my Son , And see so little gain from threescore years . These fields were burdened when they came to me ; 375 Till I was forty years of age , not more Than ...
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... Thou art laughing and scorning ; Thou hast a nest for thy love and thy rest , And , though little troubled with sloth , Drunken Lark ! thou wouldst be loath To be such a traveler as I. Happy , happy Liver , With a soul as strong as a ...
... Thou art laughing and scorning ; Thou hast a nest for thy love and thy rest , And , though little troubled with sloth , Drunken Lark ! thou wouldst be loath To be such a traveler as I. Happy , happy Liver , With a soul as strong as a ...
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... thou love , Who art a light to guide , a rod To check the erring , and reprove ; Thou who art victory and law When empty terrors overawe ; From vain temptations dost set free ; And calm'st the weary strife of frail humanity ! 10 There ...
... thou love , Who art a light to guide , a rod To check the erring , and reprove ; Thou who art victory and law When empty terrors overawe ; From vain temptations dost set free ; And calm'st the weary strife of frail humanity ! 10 There ...
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Afrasiab arms art thou Athens beauty breast breath Burns Camelot Chaucer cloud dark dead dear death deep Demogorgon divine dreams earth England English Excalibur eyes face fair fear feel fire flowers gaze glory Greek hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hope hour king King Arthur lady Lady of Shalott land laudanum light lips live look Lord mind moon moral morning nature never night o'er once opium Oxus passed passion Persian Pheidippides pleasure poem poet poetic poetry praise prose rose round Rustum seemed Semichorus shadow shalt sing Sir Bedivere Sirmio sleep smile Sohrab song soul sound speak spirit stars stood sweet Tabary tears thee thine things thou art thought tion truth turned verse voice wild wind words youth ΙΟ
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Seite 527 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The child is father of the man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
Seite 648 - Forlorn ! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self ! Adieu ! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu ! adieu ! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades : Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — do I wake or sleep?
Seite 565 - Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail, Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail : And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever It flung up momently the sacred river. Five miles meandering with a mazy motion Through wood and dale the sacred river ran, Then reached the caverns measureless to man, And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean: And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far Ancestral voices prophesying war!
Seite 625 - Ode to the West Wind O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou, Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill (Driving sweet buds like flocks...
Seite 518 - These plots of cottage-ground, these orchard-tufts, Which at this season, with their unripe fruits, Are clad in one green hue, and lose themselves 'Mid groves and copses. Once again I see These hedge-rows, hardly hedge-rows, little lines Of sportive wood run wild : these pastoral farms, Green to the very door: and wreaths of smoke Sent up, in silence, from among the trees!
Seite 518 - Flying from something that he dreads than one Who sought the thing he loved. For nature then (The coarser pleasures of my boyish days, And their glad animal movements all gone by) To me was all in all.— I cannot paint What then I was.
Seite 928 - Requiem Under the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie. Glad did I live and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be; Home is the sailor, home from sea, And the hunter home from the hill.
Seite 558 - Like one, that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks on, And turns no more his head ; Because he knows, a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.
Seite 565 - 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.
Seite 530 - The Solitary Reaper. Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.