Century Readings for a Course in English LiteratureJohn William Cunliffe, James Francis Augustine Pyre, Karl Young Century Company, 1910 - 13 páginas |
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... face , 340 Ye ben so scarlet - reed about youre yën , It maketh al my drede for to dyen ; For , also siker as In principio , Mulier est hominis confusio ; Madame , the sentence of this Latin is 345 Womman is mannes Ioye and al his blis ...
... face , 340 Ye ben so scarlet - reed about youre yën , It maketh al my drede for to dyen ; For , also siker as In principio , Mulier est hominis confusio ; Madame , the sentence of this Latin is 345 Womman is mannes Ioye and al his blis ...
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... face presseth with bold pretence , And there campeth displaying his banner . She that me learns to love and to suffer , 5 And wills that my trust , and lust's negli- gence Be reined by reason , shame , and reverence , With his hardiness ...
... face presseth with bold pretence , And there campeth displaying his banner . She that me learns to love and to suffer , 5 And wills that my trust , and lust's negli- gence Be reined by reason , shame , and reverence , With his hardiness ...
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... face he doth his banner rest . She that me taught to love , and suffer pain , My doubtful hope and eke my hot desire 6 With shamefast cloak to shadow and refrain , Her smiling grace converteth straight to ire . The coward Love then to ...
... face he doth his banner rest . She that me taught to love , and suffer pain , My doubtful hope and eke my hot desire 6 With shamefast cloak to shadow and refrain , Her smiling grace converteth straight to ire . The coward Love then to ...
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... face the great increase Of my desires , whereat I weep and sing , In joy and woe , as in a doubtful ease . For my sweet thoughts sometime do pleasure bring ; But by and by , the cause of my disease Gives me a pang , that inwardly doth ...
... face the great increase Of my desires , whereat I weep and sing , In joy and woe , as in a doubtful ease . For my sweet thoughts sometime do pleasure bring ; But by and by , the cause of my disease Gives me a pang , that inwardly doth ...
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... face , With chilling cold had pierced the tender green ; 4 The mantles rent , wherein enwrapped been The gladsome groves that now lay over- thrown , The tapets torn , and every bloom down blown . The soil , that erst so seemly was to ...
... face , With chilling cold had pierced the tender green ; 4 The mantles rent , wherein enwrapped been The gladsome groves that now lay over- thrown , The tapets torn , and every bloom down blown . The soil , that erst so seemly was to ...
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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 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 152 - That time of year thou may'st 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 seest 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 seest 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 399 - 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. "Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn...
Página 150 - 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, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
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 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 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 240 - Bitter constraint, and sad occasion dear, Compels me to disturb your season due : For Lycidas* is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer : Who would not sing for Lycidas ? He knew Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme. He must not float upon his watery bier Unwept, and welter to the parching wind, Without the meed of some melodious tear.
Página 519 - My dear, dear Friend; and in thy voice I catch The language of my former heart, and read My former pleasures in the shooting lights Of thy wild eyes. Oh! yet a little while May I behold in thee what I was once, 1*° My dear, dear Sister! and this prayer I make, Knowing that Nature never did betray The heart that loved her...
Página 648 - Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth...