Century Readings for a Course in English Literature, Том 1John William Cunliffe, James Francis Augustin Pyre, Karl Young, James Francis Augustine Pyre Century Company, 1910 - 1143 страница |
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... rest , Wi grief an spite she almos brast . 6. Upon a morning fair an clear , She cried upon her sister dear : II 15 7. ' O sister , come to yon sea stran , An see our father's ships come to lan . ' 8. She's taen her by the milk - white ...
... rest , Wi grief an spite she almos brast . 6. Upon a morning fair an clear , She cried upon her sister dear : II 15 7. ' O sister , come to yon sea stran , An see our father's ships come to lan . ' 8. She's taen her by the milk - white ...
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... rest For seeming wealth wherein she thought to reign . Alas , my Poins , how men do seek the best 70 And find the worst by error as they stray ! And no marvel ; when sight is so opprest , And blinds the guide , anon out of the way Goeth ...
... rest For seeming wealth wherein she thought to reign . Alas , my Poins , how men do seek the best 70 And find the worst by error as they stray ! And no marvel ; when sight is so opprest , And blinds the guide , anon out of the way Goeth ...
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... rest . She that me taught to love , and suffer pain , My doubtful hope and eke my hot desire 6 With shame fast cloak to shadow and refrain , Her smiling grace converteth straight to ire . The coward Love then to the heart apace Taketh ...
... rest . She that me taught to love , and suffer pain , My doubtful hope and eke my hot desire 6 With shame fast cloak to shadow and refrain , Her smiling grace converteth straight to ire . The coward Love then to the heart apace Taketh ...
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... rest ; Whose heavenly gifts , encreasèd by disdain , And virtue sank the deeper in his breast ; Such profit he by envy could obtain . 4 A head where wisdom mysteries did frame ; Whose hammers beat still in that lively brain As on a ...
... rest ; Whose heavenly gifts , encreasèd by disdain , And virtue sank the deeper in his breast ; Such profit he by envy could obtain . 4 A head where wisdom mysteries did frame ; Whose hammers beat still in that lively brain As on a ...
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... rest whom fortune left alive . And straight forth stalking with redoubled pace , 71 For that I saw the night drew on so fast , In black all clad , there fell before my face A piteous wight , whom woe had all fore- waste ; Forth from her ...
... rest whom fortune left alive . And straight forth stalking with redoubled pace , 71 For that I saw the night drew on so fast , In black all clad , there fell before my face A piteous wight , whom woe had all fore- waste ; Forth from her ...
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Antistrophe beauty Beowulf blood called Church dead dear death delight doth dread earth England English eyes Faery Queen fair fear fire flowers give gold Goths grace green Grendel Guenever hand hast hath head Healfdene hear heart heaven Heorot honor Hrothgar Hygelac Julius Cæsar king King Arthur kiss knight lady land leave light live look lord mighty mind Muse nature never noble nymph o'er pain pleasure poet praise prince queen quoth rest rich round Scyldings ship sigh sight sing Sir Bedivere Sir Ector Sir Gawain Sir Launcelot Sir Lucan Sir Mordred sleep song sorrow soul sweet sword tears tell thee ther thine things thou art thought tion true truth unto verse weene weep Weohstan wind wise words wound youth
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Страница 494 - Then kneeling down to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays; Hope 'springs exulting on triumphant wing,' That thus they all shall meet in future days, There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear, While circling Time moves round in an eternal sphere.
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Страница 151 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my State with kings.
Страница 488 - Tiger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire? And what shoulder, and what art, Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand? and what dread feet? What the hammer? what the chain? In what furnace was thy brain? What the anvil? what dread grasp Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
Страница 155 - Tu-whit, tu-who ! a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted...
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