English Prose and Verse from Beowulf to StevensonHenry Spackman Pancoast H. Holt, 1915 - 816 страница |
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... Beauty . 113 The Means to Attain a Happy Life . ... 114 Selections from Translation of Aeneid . 114 The Death of Laocoön .. 114 Night ... 114 GEORGE GASCOIGNE ( c . 1536-1577 ) : The Lullaby of a Lover . 114 The Execution of Sir Thomas ...
... Beauty . 113 The Means to Attain a Happy Life . ... 114 Selections from Translation of Aeneid . 114 The Death of Laocoön .. 114 Night ... 114 GEORGE GASCOIGNE ( c . 1536-1577 ) : The Lullaby of a Lover . 114 The Execution of Sir Thomas ...
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... Beauty's Bloom .. 509 SIR WALTER SCOTT ( 1771-1832 ) : Stanzas for Music .. 509 Harold's Song to Rosabelle ( From The She walks in beauty . 509 Lay of the Last Minstrel ) ... 496 Sonnet on Chillon . 510 Hunting Song . 497 Lochinvar ...
... Beauty's Bloom .. 509 SIR WALTER SCOTT ( 1771-1832 ) : Stanzas for Music .. 509 Harold's Song to Rosabelle ( From The She walks in beauty . 509 Lay of the Last Minstrel ) ... 496 Sonnet on Chillon . 510 Hunting Song . 497 Lochinvar ...
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... beauty and loftiness . Awaking from his sleep , he remembered all that he had sung in his dream , and soon added much more to the same effect in verse worthy of the Deity . There was in this abbess's monastery1 a certain brother ...
... beauty and loftiness . Awaking from his sleep , he remembered all that he had sung in his dream , and soon added much more to the same effect in verse worthy of the Deity . There was in this abbess's monastery1 a certain brother ...
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... beauty . Unto Him first I turn my face , 130 5 And then His handywork I'll trace : Of the angels first that fell , And next I will of Adam tell , Of his offspring and of Noé , 135 And somewhat of his sonnés three ; Of Abraham and of ...
... beauty . Unto Him first I turn my face , 130 5 And then His handywork I'll trace : Of the angels first that fell , And next I will of Adam tell , Of his offspring and of Noé , 135 And somewhat of his sonnés three ; Of Abraham and of ...
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... Beauty's banner she . She is lily of largessė , Periwinkle of promesse , She the sunflower of sweetnessė , Lady of loyalty . Blow , Northern Wind , Send thou me my sweeting Blow , Northern Wind , blow , blow , blow . For her love I ...
... Beauty's banner she . She is lily of largessė , Periwinkle of promesse , She the sunflower of sweetnessė , Lady of loyalty . Blow , Northern Wind , Send thou me my sweeting Blow , Northern Wind , blow , blow , blow . For her love I ...
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Allan-a-Dale Bargrave battle beauty behold Beowulf Binnorie Boethius breast breath called dark dead dear death delight doth dread Duke of Bedford earth England English eyes fair father fear fire flowers glory grace hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven holy honour hour king King Arthur lady land Layamon learning leave light live look Lord mind morning nature never night noble o'er pain pass pleasure poem poet poor praise pray pride prince quoth rich round Saladin Shakespeare sigh sight sing Sir Bedivere Sir Ector Sir Kay Sir Lucan Sir Mordred sleep song sorrow soul spirit sweet sword tears tell thee thine things thou art thought Timor Mortis conturbat tion Twas unto Veal ween weep wind wise words youth
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Страница 429 - 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.
Страница 306 - Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And without sneering, teach the rest to sneer; Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike, Just hint a fault and hesitate dislike...
Страница 521 - I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain, when with never a stain The pavilion of Heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams Build up the blue dome of air, 80 ••I silently laugh at my own cenotaph.
Страница 494 - Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover! A savage place! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover! And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething, As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing, A...
Страница 494 - Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me, That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome ! those caves of ice ! And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware ! Beware ! His flashing eyes, his floating hair ! Weave a circle round him thrice, And close your eyes with holy dread, For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise.
Страница 480 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower ; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind...
Страница 497 - I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied : Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide ; And now am I come, with this lost love of mine To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland, more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar...
Страница 509 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord!
Страница 163 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
Страница 519 - 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?