English Prose and Verse from Beowulf to StevensonHenry Spackman Pancoast H. Holt, 1915 - 816 pagini |
Din interiorul cărții
Rezultatele 1 - 5 din 100
Pagina 6
... look to fight a fiery battle , With scorching puffs of poisonous breath . 2530 For this I bear both breastplate and shield ; 2525 No foot will I flinch from the foe of the barrow . Wyrd is over us , each shall meet His doom ordained at ...
... look to fight a fiery battle , With scorching puffs of poisonous breath . 2530 For this I bear both breastplate and shield ; 2525 No foot will I flinch from the foe of the barrow . Wyrd is over us , each shall meet His doom ordained at ...
Pagina 8
... look at the hoard , Where hidden it rests ' neath the hoary rock . For the worm lies still , put asleep by his wound ... look on , To the God of Glory I give my thanks . To the Ruler Eternal I render praise That ere I must go he granted ...
... look at the hoard , Where hidden it rests ' neath the hoary rock . For the worm lies still , put asleep by his wound ... look on , To the God of Glory I give my thanks . To the Ruler Eternal I render praise That ere I must go he granted ...
Pagina 23
... look at letters without also A. 449. This year Martianus and Valentinus succeeded to the empire , and reigned seven years . And in their days Hengist and Horsa , 2 invited by Vortigern , king of the Britons , 25 few grains , but He who ...
... look at letters without also A. 449. This year Martianus and Valentinus succeeded to the empire , and reigned seven years . And in their days Hengist and Horsa , 2 invited by Vortigern , king of the Britons , 25 few grains , but He who ...
Pagina 38
... Look tomorrow that thou be Alas ! there weeping was and woe . Here beneath this ympė tree ; He that was King and bare the crown , And if thou makest any let , 165 Where'er thou be thou shalt be fet , 12 Went out so poorly from the town ...
... Look tomorrow that thou be Alas ! there weeping was and woe . Here beneath this ympė tree ; He that was King and bare the crown , And if thou makest any let , 165 Where'er thou be thou shalt be fet , 12 Went out so poorly from the town ...
Pagina 43
... look on me , just a look will showė , 15 So much have I thought of thee , I all ghastly growė Between Lincoln and Lindésey , North - Hamp- toun and Lóndouné , I wot not of so fair a may , 3 by tower , dale , or tounė , 1 Trouble . 2 ...
... look on me , just a look will showė , 15 So much have I thought of thee , I all ghastly growė Between Lincoln and Lindésey , North - Hamp- toun and Lóndouné , I wot not of so fair a may , 3 by tower , dale , or tounė , 1 Trouble . 2 ...
Alte ediții - Afișează-le pe toate
Termeni și expresii frecvente
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
Pasaje populare
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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!
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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?
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...