Twelve Centuries of English Poetry and ProseAlphonso Gerald Newcomer Scott, Foresman, 1910 - 756 страница |
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... Lady Anne Lindsay : Auld Robin Gray Soldier , Rest ! From The Lady of the Lake ( 1810 ) 444 ( 1771 ) 399 Coronach . From The Lady of the Lake Isobel Pagan : Ca ' the Yowes ( c . 1787 ) 400 Lady Nairne : The Land o ' the ( 1810 ) 444 ...
... Lady Anne Lindsay : Auld Robin Gray Soldier , Rest ! From The Lady of the Lake ( 1810 ) 444 ( 1771 ) 399 Coronach . From The Lady of the Lake Isobel Pagan : Ca ' the Yowes ( c . 1787 ) 400 Lady Nairne : The Land o ' the ( 1810 ) 444 ...
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... Ladies of Sorrow .. 519 Savannah - la - Mar 516 The Indian Serenade ( written 1819 ) . From Prometheus Unbound ( 1820 ) ... Lady of Shalott ( 1833 ) 567 On the Grasshopper and Cricket ( De- cember , 1816 ) Enone ( 1833 ) 569 492 The Lotos ...
... Ladies of Sorrow .. 519 Savannah - la - Mar 516 The Indian Serenade ( written 1819 ) . From Prometheus Unbound ( 1820 ) ... Lady of Shalott ( 1833 ) 567 On the Grasshopper and Cricket ( De- cember , 1816 ) Enone ( 1833 ) 569 492 The Lotos ...
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... lady , sent again to king Leir , to tell him , " That he had money and terri- tories enough , as he possessed the third part of Gaul , and desired no more than his daughter only , that he might have heirs by her . " At FROM THE ANCREN ...
... lady , sent again to king Leir , to tell him , " That he had money and terri- tories enough , as he possessed the third part of Gaul , and desired no more than his daughter only , that he might have heirs by her . " At FROM THE ANCREN ...
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... Lady with an Ave Mary for him that made this rule , and for him who wrote it , and took pains about it . Moderate enough I am , who ask so little . PROVERBS OF KING ALFRED * 1 Many thanes sat at Seaford , many bishops , book - learned ...
... Lady with an Ave Mary for him that made this rule , and for him who wrote it , and took pains about it . Moderate enough I am , who ask so little . PROVERBS OF KING ALFRED * 1 Many thanes sat at Seaford , many bishops , book - learned ...
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... lady veyl33 : He seyde , he hadde a gobet34 of the sey135 That seynt Peter hadde , whan that he wente Up - on the see , til Iesu Crist him hente36 . He hadde a croys37 of latoun38 , ful of stones , And in a glas he hadde pigges bones ...
... lady veyl33 : He seyde , he hadde a gobet34 of the sey135 That seynt Peter hadde , whan that he wente Up - on the see , til Iesu Crist him hente36 . He hadde a croys37 of latoun38 , ful of stones , And in a glas he hadde pigges bones ...
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arms beauty Beowulf breath called clouds dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth EVERYMAN eyes fair father Faustus fear fire flowers Geats glory gold grace Grendel hand hast hath head Healfdene hear heard heart heaven hell Heorot holy honour hour Hrothgar Hygelac king King Arthur knew lady Lady of Shalott land Leofric light live look Lord Mephistophilis mighty mind moon morning never night noble o'er Old Mortality once pain pass pleasure poem poet praise pray Ralph rest rose round Scyldings ship sing Sir Bedivere Sir Ector Sir Kay Sir Lucan sleep song soul sound spirit stars stood sweet sword tell thee thine things thou art thought unto voice waves whan wild wind wolde wonder words wyll
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Страница 457 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips - 'The foe! they come! they come!' And wild and high the 'Cameron's gathering
Страница 577 - Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Страница 463 - twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Страница 427 - 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.
Страница 416 - These beauteous forms Through a long absence, have not been to me As is a landscape to a blind man's eye : But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart...
Страница 357 - The notice which you have been pleased to take of my labours, had it been early, had been kind; but it has been delayed till I am indifferent, and cannot enjoy it; till I am solitary and cannot impart it; till I am known, and do not want it.
Страница 417 - As have no slight or trivial influence On that best portion of a good man's life, — His little, nameless, unremembered acts Of kindness and of love. Nor less, I trust, To them I may have owed another gift.
Страница 426 - O joy! that in our embers Is something that doth live, That nature yet remembers What was so fugitive! The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction: not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest — Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering...
Страница 578 - 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' much is taken, much abides ; and tho' We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven ; that which we are, we are ; One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.