Readings in English LiteratureRoy Bennett Pace Allyn and Bacon, 1917 - 512 pagini |
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... Fire of London Farewell 124 126 129 Preface to Dryden and Davenant's The Tempest 129 Mac Flecknoe ( extracts ) 132 Under Milton's Picture 134 The Trial of Christian and Faithful 134 From the Death of Dryden to the Publication of the ...
... Fire of London Farewell 124 126 129 Preface to Dryden and Davenant's The Tempest 129 Mac Flecknoe ( extracts ) 132 Under Milton's Picture 134 The Trial of Christian and Faithful 134 From the Death of Dryden to the Publication of the ...
Pagina 7
... west to the sea on the east ; and now no one withstood them . Their vengeance was not unlike that 50 of the Chaldees , when they burned the walls of Jerusalem and destroyed the royal palace by fire for the sins BEDA 7.
... west to the sea on the east ; and now no one withstood them . Their vengeance was not unlike that 50 of the Chaldees , when they burned the walls of Jerusalem and destroyed the royal palace by fire for the sins BEDA 7.
Pagina 8
... fire and sword ; nor was there anyone who bestowed the rites of burial on those so 60 cruelly slaughtered . Many of the miserable survivors were captured in waste places , and stabbed in heaps . Some through hunger surrendered ...
... fire and sword ; nor was there anyone who bestowed the rites of burial on those so 60 cruelly slaughtered . Many of the miserable survivors were captured in waste places , and stabbed in heaps . Some through hunger surrendered ...
Pagina 65
... Fire Some fowls there be that have so perfect sight Against the sun their eyes for to defend ; And some , because the light doth them offend , Never appear but in the dark or night . Other rejoice , to see the fire so bright , And ween ...
... Fire Some fowls there be that have so perfect sight Against the sun their eyes for to defend ; And some , because the light doth them offend , Never appear but in the dark or night . Other rejoice , to see the fire so bright , And ween ...
Pagina 83
... fire , and it were but to roast their eggs ; and yet these men many times hold credit with their masters , because their study is but to please them and profit them- selves ; and for either respect they will abandon the good of 35 their ...
... fire , and it were but to roast their eggs ; and yet these men many times hold credit with their masters , because their study is but to please them and profit them- selves ; and for either respect they will abandon the good of 35 their ...
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auld lang syne beauty Ben Jonson Beowulf Boswell breath called cloud dark dead death delight doth dream earth English eyes fair father fire flowers Gawain give green hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven Henry of Navarre honor Jacob's Island James Boswell Johnson Kemp Owyne King L'Allegro lady live look Lord Lord Randal Lucy Lycidas Maggie man's Master Copperfield means Micawber mind morning mother nature never night o'er pleasure poem poet poetry Ring Robin Hood's Death round Rustum shal sing Sir Ector Sir Kay sleep smile Sohrab song Sonnet soul spirit stars sweet sword Tamburlaine tell thee thine things thou art thought tion truth turn Uriah Uriah Heep voice wind wings word writing young youth
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Pagina 245 - 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 91 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope. With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising. Haply I think on thee...
Pagina 240 - Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced, but they Outdid the sparkling waves in glee. A poet could not but be gay In such a jocund company; I gazed and gazed, but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought.
Pagina 262 - 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 259 - 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 to feed...
Pagina 217 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Pagina 422 - SUNSET and evening star, And one clear call for me. And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark: And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For tho...
Pagina 217 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite tree ; Another came : nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he : The next, with dirges due in sad array Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne, — Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Pagina 217 - For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, 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 244 - EARTH has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at his own sweet will:...