The Vision of Sir Launfal, and Other PoemsAllyn & Bacon, 1900 - 72 страница |
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... pages of God's book . 50 39 ON A PORTRAIT OF DANTE BY GIOTTO . CAN this be thou who , lean and pale , With such immitigable eye Didst look upon those writhing souls in bale , And note each vengeance , and pass by Unmoved , save when thy ...
... pages of God's book . 50 39 ON A PORTRAIT OF DANTE BY GIOTTO . CAN this be thou who , lean and pale , With such immitigable eye Didst look upon those writhing souls in bale , And note each vengeance , and pass by Unmoved , save when thy ...
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... the lashes . Her blood riz quick , though , like the tide 45 Down to the Bay o ' Fundy , An ' all I know is they wuz cried In meetin ' , come nex ' Sunday . NOTES . THE VISION OF SIR LAUNFAL . ( Pages THE COURTIN ' . 53.
... the lashes . Her blood riz quick , though , like the tide 45 Down to the Bay o ' Fundy , An ' all I know is they wuz cried In meetin ' , come nex ' Sunday . NOTES . THE VISION OF SIR LAUNFAL . ( Pages THE COURTIN ' . 53.
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James Russell Lowell Francis Ransom Lane, Francis Ransome Lane. - NOTES . THE VISION OF SIR LAUNFAL . ( Pages.
James Russell Lowell Francis Ransom Lane, Francis Ransome Lane. - NOTES . THE VISION OF SIR LAUNFAL . ( Pages.
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... ( Pages 1-13 . ) LINES 1-8 . What is the poet's purpose in the first eight lines ? Is the musing organist necessary as a key to the structure of the poem ? Does the description give necessary color , prepare an atmosphere , or does it ...
... ( Pages 1-13 . ) LINES 1-8 . What is the poet's purpose in the first eight lines ? Is the musing organist necessary as a key to the structure of the poem ? Does the description give necessary color , prepare an atmosphere , or does it ...
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... wren are flown , and from the shrubs the jay , And from the wood - top calls the crow through all the gloomy day . " - - The Death of the Flowers . Analyze the stanza for the means used by Lowell to 56 [ PAGES 2-3 . SELECTIONS FROM LOWELL .
... wren are flown , and from the shrubs the jay , And from the wood - top calls the crow through all the gloomy day . " - - The Death of the Flowers . Analyze the stanza for the means used by Lowell to 56 [ PAGES 2-3 . SELECTIONS FROM LOWELL .
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Страница 2 - The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer it receives; His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings, And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings; He sings to the wide world, and she to her nest,— In the nice ear of Nature which song is the best?
Страница 56 - The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sear. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread...
Страница 60 - St Agnes' Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold : Numb were the Beadsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd taking flight for heaven, without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while...
Страница 2 - And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays : Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten ; Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
Страница 64 - My childhood's earliest thoughts are linked with thee ; The sight of thee calls back the robin's song, Who, from the dark old tree Beside the door, sang clearly all day long, And I, secure in childish piety, Listened as if I heard an angel sing With news from heaven, which he could bring Fresh every day to my untainted ears When birds and flowers and I were happy peers.
Страница 12 - The Holy Supper is kept, indeed, In whatso we share with another's need; Not what we give, but what we share, For the gift without the giver is bare; Who gives himself with his alms feeds three, Himself, his hungering neighbor, and me.
Страница 50 - He's ben true to one party, — an' thet is himself;— So John P. Robinson he ao Sez he shall vote fer Gineral C. Gineral C. he goes in fer the war; He don't vally principle more 'n an old cud; Wut did God make us raytional creeturs fer, But glory an' gunpowder, plunder an
Страница 3 - How the sap creeps up and the blossoms swell, We may shut our eyes, but we cannot help knowing That skies are clear and grass is growing. The breeze comes whispering in our ear That dandelions are blossoming near. That maize has sprouted, that streams are flowing. That the river is bluer than the sky, That the robin is plastering his house hard by...
Страница 59 - The cup, the cup itself, from which our Lord Drank at the last sad supper with his own. This, from the blessed land of Aromat — After the day of darkness, when the dead Went wandering o'er Moriah — the good saint...
Страница 12 - As Sir Launfal mused with a downcast face, A light shone round about the place ; The leper no longer crouched at his side, But stood before him glorified, Shining and tall and fair and straight As the pillar that stood by the Beautiful Gate, — Himself the Gate whereby men can Enter the temple of God in Man.