English Prose and Verse from Beowulf to StevensonHenry Spackman Pancoast H. Holt, 1915 - 816 страница |
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... Poor soul , the centre of my sinful Agincourt . 157 earth ...... 164 From the " Virginian Voyage " . 158 FROM THE DRAMAS : CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE ( 1564-1593 ) : The Shepherd's Life : Henry VIth's So- The Passionate Shepherd to His Love ...
... Poor soul , the centre of my sinful Agincourt . 157 earth ...... 164 From the " Virginian Voyage " . 158 FROM THE DRAMAS : CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE ( 1564-1593 ) : The Shepherd's Life : Henry VIth's So- The Passionate Shepherd to His Love ...
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... poor and are greatly ill used . Poor men are sore deceived and misera- bly ensnared , and , though innocent , are sold out of the land into the power of foreigners ; 55 murdered , and after that burned , and Aethel- through cruel un ...
... poor and are greatly ill used . Poor men are sore deceived and misera- bly ensnared , and , though innocent , are sold out of the land into the power of foreigners ; 55 murdered , and after that burned , and Aethel- through cruel un ...
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... poor espy 310 250 255 260 265 That sometime was so rich and high , The tears ran down her face , I wis , And looking on her so did his , And then away they made her ride , For there no longer she might bide . " Alas ! " he said , " and ...
... poor espy 310 250 255 260 265 That sometime was so rich and high , The tears ran down her face , I wis , And looking on her so did his , And then away they made her ride , For there no longer she might bide . " Alas ! " he said , " and ...
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... poor imp That is of Adam's blood . With care art thou beset ; Thou knowest naught of this world's wild 20 20 Child ... poor , The poor man sick alsó . It turneth woe to weal , And also weal to woe . Trust not man this changing world ...
... poor imp That is of Adam's blood . With care art thou beset ; Thou knowest naught of this world's wild 20 20 Child ... poor , The poor man sick alsó . It turneth woe to weal , And also weal to woe . Trust not man this changing world ...
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... poor murmured , but he was so sturdy that he he was in England : at Easter he wore it at 10 recked naught of them ; they must will all that Winchester , at Pentecost at Westminster , and at Christmas at Gloucester . And at these times ...
... poor murmured , but he was so sturdy that he he was in England : at Easter he wore it at 10 recked naught of them ; they must will all that Winchester , at Pentecost at Westminster , and at Christmas at Gloucester . And at these times ...
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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?