English Prose and Verse from Beowulf to StevensonHenry Spackman Pancoast H. Holt, 1915 - 816 pagini |
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Pagina 7
... tell , for every blade He brandished in battle : the best gave way , And left him helpless and hard bestead . Now for a third time neared the destroyer ; 2715 The fire - drake fierce , old feuds remembering , Charged the warrior who ...
... tell , for every blade He brandished in battle : the best gave way , And left him helpless and hard bestead . Now for a third time neared the destroyer ; 2715 The fire - drake fierce , old feuds remembering , Charged the warrior who ...
Pagina 9
... tell in the towns the tidings of woe , Their husbands ' doom to the heroes ' wives , How sea - death swallowed the stately host , - No messenger left . The Lord Almighty Confounded their boasting ; they fought against God . Cynewulf 1 ...
... tell in the towns the tidings of woe , Their husbands ' doom to the heroes ' wives , How sea - death swallowed the stately host , - No messenger left . The Lord Almighty Confounded their boasting ; they fought against God . Cynewulf 1 ...
Pagina 12
... tell : " Where is the horse and the rider ? Where is the giver of gold ? Where be the seats at the banquet ? Where be the hall - joys of old ? Alas for the burnished cup , for the byrnied3 chief to - day ! Here is the passing of riches ...
... tell : " Where is the horse and the rider ? Where is the giver of gold ? Where be the seats at the banquet ? Where be the hall - joys of old ? Alas for the burnished cup , for the byrnied3 chief to - day ! Here is the passing of riches ...
Pagina 17
... tell his dream , and repeat the verses , that they might all give their judgment what it was , and whence his verse proceeded . They all concluded , that heavenly grace had been conferred on him by our Lord . They expounded to him a ...
... tell his dream , and repeat the verses , that they might all give their judgment what it was , and whence his verse proceeded . They all concluded , that heavenly grace had been conferred on him by our Lord . They expounded to him a ...
Pagina 29
... tell with mouth , All men lie beneath his hand , East , and West , and North , and South ; Henry , King of Engelland , He holds of him and to him boweth His messenger , at his command , His love declares , his truth avow'th . Speak'st ...
... tell with mouth , All men lie beneath his hand , East , and West , and North , and South ; Henry , King of Engelland , He holds of him and to him boweth His messenger , at his command , His love declares , his truth avow'th . Speak'st ...
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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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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...