Readings in English LiteratureRoy Bennett Pace Allyn and Bacon, 1917 - 512 páginas |
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... singing of the offertory ; for he knew well that , when the song was sung , he had to preach and soften his tongue to gain silver as he very well could ; therefore he sang so merrily and loud . Now have I told you shortly , in a word or ...
... singing of the offertory ; for he knew well that , when the song was sung , he had to preach and soften his tongue to gain silver as he very well could ; therefore he sang so merrily and loud . Now have I told you shortly , in a word or ...
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... nightingale with feathers new she sings ; The turtle to her mate hath told her tale . 5 10 5 10 5 10 15 20 20 Summer is come HENRY HOWARD , EARL OF SURREY 65 Sir Thomas Wyatt Henry Howard, Earl Surrey William Tyndale Description of Spring.
... nightingale with feathers new she sings ; The turtle to her mate hath told her tale . 5 10 5 10 5 10 15 20 20 Summer is come HENRY HOWARD , EARL OF SURREY 65 Sir Thomas Wyatt Henry Howard, Earl Surrey William Tyndale Description of Spring.
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... singing ; and it seemed that her voice comforted her hands to work , and her hands kept time to her voice- music . As for the houses of the country for many houses came under their eye they were all scattered , no two being one by the ...
... singing ; and it seemed that her voice comforted her hands to work , and her hands kept time to her voice- music . As for the houses of the country for many houses came under their eye they were all scattered , no two being one by the ...
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... sing , That my frayle eies these lines with teares do steepe , To thinke how she through guyleful handeling , Though true as touch , though daughter of a king , Though faire as ever living wight was fayre , Though nor in word nor deede ...
... sing , That my frayle eies these lines with teares do steepe , To thinke how she through guyleful handeling , Though true as touch , though daughter of a king , Though faire as ever living wight was fayre , Though nor in word nor deede ...
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... sing To ages following , Upon the brydale day , which is not long : Sweete Themmes , runne softly , till I end my song . From those high towers this noble lord issuing , Like radiant Hesper when his golden hayre In th ' ocean billows he ...
... sing To ages following , Upon the brydale day , which is not long : Sweete Themmes , runne softly , till I end my song . From those high towers this noble lord issuing , Like radiant Hesper when his golden hayre In th ' ocean billows he ...
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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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Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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?
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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:...