English Prose and Verse from Beowulf to StevensonHenry Spackman Pancoast H. Holt, 1915 - 816 páginas |
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... hast learned where leads the way To the lurking - hole of this hatcher of outrage . Seek , if thou dare , the dreaded spot ! Richly I pay thee for risking this fight , With heirlooms golden and ancient rings , As I paid thee before , if ...
... hast learned where leads the way To the lurking - hole of this hatcher of outrage . Seek , if thou dare , the dreaded spot ! Richly I pay thee for risking this fight , With heirlooms golden and ancient rings , As I paid thee before , if ...
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... leavest thy friends ; Thou hast no friend Who will come to thee , 35 The forest . 1 Date and author unknown , but probably among the latest poems of the Old English period . Orm ORMULUM1 ( c . 1215-1220 ) Now , brother THE GRAVE 15.
... leavest thy friends ; Thou hast no friend Who will come to thee , 35 The forest . 1 Date and author unknown , but probably among the latest poems of the Old English period . Orm ORMULUM1 ( c . 1215-1220 ) Now , brother THE GRAVE 15.
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... hast done wrong in this , All the blame on me to lay , Now thou hast lost the highest bliss . Where did I go , by wood or way , Where sat , or stood , or did amiss , But ' neath thine eye I went each day ; Well knowest thou the truth of ...
... hast done wrong in this , All the blame on me to lay , Now thou hast lost the highest bliss . Where did I go , by wood or way , Where sat , or stood , or did amiss , But ' neath thine eye I went each day ; Well knowest thou the truth of ...
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... hast made the earth and moon , And beasts and foulės great and smale , Unto me send thy succour soon Direct my deedės in this dale . In this dale I droup2 and dare For evil deeds that cost me dear , For England had my heart great care ...
... hast made the earth and moon , And beasts and foulės great and smale , Unto me send thy succour soon Direct my deedės in this dale . In this dale I droup2 and dare For evil deeds that cost me dear , For England had my heart great care ...
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... hast thou loved me , E'er that the Queen should from them go . With all mine heart so have I thee ; And now we twain shall part in two , Do thy best , yet I must go . " " Alas ! " he said , " my life is bare , Unto whom goest thou and ...
... hast thou loved me , E'er that the Queen should from them go . With all mine heart so have I thee ; And now we twain shall part in two , Do thy best , yet I must go . " " Alas ! " he said , " my life is bare , Unto whom goest thou and ...
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English Prose and Verse from Beowulf to Stevenson Henry Spackman Pancoast Visualização completa - 1915 |
English Prose and Verse from Beowulf to Stevenson Henry Spackman Pancoast Visualização completa - 1915 |
English Prose and Verse from Beowulf to Stevenson Henry Spackman Pancoast Visualização completa - 1915 |
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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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Página 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.
Página 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!
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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?
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...