Century Readings for a Course in English LiteratureJohn William Cunliffe, James Francis Augustin Pyre, James Francis Augustine Pyre, Karl Young Century Company, 1910 - 1143 páginas |
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... stand , mine head works and told to the king that he had been at so . Ah , Sir Launcelot , ' said King Ar- the water , and done his commandment . thur , this day have I sore missed thee : ' What saw thou there ? ' said the king . alas ...
... stand , mine head works and told to the king that he had been at so . Ah , Sir Launcelot , ' said King Ar- the water , and done his commandment . thur , this day have I sore missed thee : ' What saw thou there ? ' said the king . alas ...
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... Stand you still , master , ' quoth Litle John , ' Under this trusty tree , And I will goe to yond wight yeoman , To know his meaning trulye . ' 9. A , John , by me thou setts noe store , 35 And that's a ffarley thinge ; How offt send I ...
... Stand you still , master , ' quoth Litle John , ' Under this trusty tree , And I will goe to yond wight yeoman , To know his meaning trulye . ' 9. A , John , by me thou setts noe store , 35 And that's a ffarley thinge ; How offt send I ...
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... Stand abacke ! stand abacke ! ' sayd Robin ; ' Why draw you mee soe neere ? Itt was never the use in our countrye Ones shrift another shold heere . ' 215 220 55 But Robin pulled forth an Irysh kniffe , And losed John hand and ffoote ...
... Stand abacke ! stand abacke ! ' sayd Robin ; ' Why draw you mee soe neere ? Itt was never the use in our countrye Ones shrift another shold heere . ' 215 220 55 But Robin pulled forth an Irysh kniffe , And losed John hand and ffoote ...
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... stand , Wi thair gold kems in their hair , Waiting for thar ain deir lords , For they'll se thame na mair . 11. Haf owre , haf owre to Aberdour , It's fiftie fadom deip , 25 30 35 40 And thair lies guid Sir Patrick Spence , Wi the Scots ...
... stand , Wi thair gold kems in their hair , Waiting for thar ain deir lords , For they'll se thame na mair . 11. Haf owre , haf owre to Aberdour , It's fiftie fadom deip , 25 30 35 40 And thair lies guid Sir Patrick Spence , Wi the Scots ...
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... stand tul they doun fa , Mither , mither , 35 Ile let thame stand tul they down fa , For here nevir mair maun I bee O. ' 40 6. And what wul ye leive to your bairns and your wife , Edward , Edward ? And what wul ye leive to your bairns ...
... stand tul they doun fa , Mither , mither , 35 Ile let thame stand tul they down fa , For here nevir mair maun I bee O. ' 40 6. And what wul ye leive to your bairns and your wife , Edward , Edward ? And what wul ye leive to your bairns ...
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Century Readings for a Course in English Literature John William Cunliffe,James Francis Augustine Pyre,Karl Young Visualização completa - 1925 |
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Termos e frases comuns
Antistrophe beauty breath bright called church Church of England clouds dark dead dear death deep delight Demogorgon doth dream earth eyes fair fear feel fire flowers Gawaine gentle give glory grace Guenever hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven honor hope hour king King Arthur lady land leave light live look Lord Lucan the Butler mind nature never night noble nymph o'er pain passed passion pleasure poems poet poetry praise rest Robin Hood round Samian wine Semichorus sigh sight sing Sir Bedivere Sir Ector Sir Launcelot Sir Lucan Sir Mordred sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit stars sweet tears tell thee ther thine things thought tion truth unto verse weary ween weep wind wings words wyllowe youth
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Página 616 - Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed: And on the pedestal these words appear : 'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair !
Página 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.
Página 152 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed, whereon it must expire, Consumed with that...
Página 520 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be ; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Página 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!
Página 240 - YET once more, O ye laurels, and once more, Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. Bitter constraint and sad occasion dear...
Página 240 - And all their echoes, mourn. The Willows, and the Hazel Copses green, Shall now no more be seen, Fanning their joyous Leaves to thy soft lays. As killing as the Canker to the Rose, Or Taint-worm to the weanling Herds that graze, Or Frost to Flowers, that their gay wardrobe wear, When first the White-thorn blows; Such, Lycidas, thy loss to Shepherd's ear.
Página 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!
Página 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.
Página 535 - Shaped by himself with newly-learned art; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral; And this hath now his heart, And unto this he frames his song: Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business, love, or strife; But it will not be long...