English Prose and PoetryGinn, 1926 - 882 páginas |
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Página xxiii
... better swordsman , he did not remember what he had said when drunk with wine ; himself he durst not risk his life beneath the warring waves and do a hero's deeds ; there he lost the glory , the fame of valor . It was not so with the ...
... better swordsman , he did not remember what he had said when drunk with wine ; himself he durst not risk his life beneath the warring waves and do a hero's deeds ; there he lost the glory , the fame of valor . It was not so with the ...
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... better time than now , if some one of my thanes would be my helper , escaping outward through these bolted gates , with strength to wing his way on high where , new - created , Adam and Eve , surrounded with abundance , dwell on earth ...
... better time than now , if some one of my thanes would be my helper , escaping outward through these bolted gates , with strength to wing his way on high where , new - created , Adam and Eve , surrounded with abundance , dwell on earth ...
Página xxx
... better to me if it seems so to you , that we also turn some books that are most necessary for all men to know into the language which we can all understand , and bring it about as we very easily may with God's help , if we have the ...
... better to me if it seems so to you , that we also turn some books that are most necessary for all men to know into the language which we can all understand , and bring it about as we very easily may with God's help , if we have the ...
Página xxxv
... better with me , I wish that I again may suffer ship- wreck , and not again find anyone like you . " After these words , he went on the way pointed out to him , till he came to the city gate , and there entered . While he was wonder ...
... better with me , I wish that I again may suffer ship- wreck , and not again find anyone like you . " After these words , he went on the way pointed out to him , till he came to the city gate , and there entered . While he was wonder ...
Página xxxvi
... better luck . " While the king was saying these words , sud- denly his young daughter came in , and kissed her father and the banqueters . When she came to Apollonius , she turned towards her father , and said , " O good king , and my ...
... better luck . " While the king was saying these words , sud- denly his young daughter came in , and kissed her father and the banqueters . When she came to Apollonius , she turned towards her father , and said , " O good king , and my ...
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Página 142 - 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.
Página 533 - As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains : but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringer of new things ; and vile it were For some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge like a sinking star. Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.
Página 415 - Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company! — To walk together to the kirk, And all together pray, While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends And youths and maidens gay!
Página 547 - Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, — I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life!
Página 552 - for Aix is in sight !" "How they'll greet us !" — and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone ; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets
Página 494 - WITH fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat, in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread — Stitch! stitch! stitch! In poverty, hunger, and dirt; And still with a voice of dolorous pitch She sang the
Página 651 - Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold me by the hand, Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay. Remember me when no more, day by day, You tell me of our future that you planned: Only remember me; you understand It will be late to counsel then or pray. Yet if you should forget me for a while And afterwards remember, do not grieve: For if the darkness and corruption leave A vestige of the thoughts that once I had, Better by far you should forget...
Página 450 - Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, ye Whose agonies are evils of a day ! — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay.
Página 533 - Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows ; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down : It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Tho...
Página 432 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake...