English Prose and Poetry (1137-1892)Ginn, 1916 - 792 страница |
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... comes the time to mow and reap what he has sown before . Do ye for God the best ye may , the while ye are in life ; And let no man hope overmuch in child nor yet in wife . He who doth himself forget for wife or else for child Shall come ...
... comes the time to mow and reap what he has sown before . Do ye for God the best ye may , the while ye are in life ; And let no man hope overmuch in child nor yet in wife . He who doth himself forget for wife or else for child Shall come ...
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... comes that is so bold as to kiss her , he shall not die ; but he shall turn the damsel into her right form and natural shape , and he shall be lord of all the countries and isles abovesaid . In the Lond of Prestre John ben many dyverse ...
... comes that is so bold as to kiss her , he shall not die ; but he shall turn the damsel into her right form and natural shape , and he shall be lord of all the countries and isles abovesaid . In the Lond of Prestre John ben many dyverse ...
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... comes from Paradise ; and it is full of precious stones , without any drop of water ; and it runs through the desert , on the one side , so that it makes the sea gravelly ; and it flows into the sea and ends there . And this river runs ...
... comes from Paradise ; and it is full of precious stones , without any drop of water ; and it runs through the desert , on the one side , so that it makes the sea gravelly ; and it flows into the sea and ends there . And this river runs ...
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... comes that wighty yeoman , Cladd in his capull - hyde : 49. " Come hither , thou good Sir Guy , Aske of mee what thou wilt have : " " I'le none of thy gold , " sayes Robin Hood , " Nor I'le none of itt have . 50. " But now I have slaine ...
... comes that wighty yeoman , Cladd in his capull - hyde : 49. " Come hither , thou good Sir Guy , Aske of mee what thou wilt have : " " I'le none of thy gold , " sayes Robin Hood , " Nor I'le none of itt have . 50. " But now I have slaine ...
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... Comes the breme winter with chamfred 4 browes Full of wrinckles and frostie furrowes : Drerily shooting his stormy darte , Which cruddles the blood , and pricks the harte . Then is your carelesse corage accoied , Your carefull heards ...
... Comes the breme winter with chamfred 4 browes Full of wrinckles and frostie furrowes : Drerily shooting his stormy darte , Which cruddles the blood , and pricks the harte . Then is your carelesse corage accoied , Your carefull heards ...
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Страница 450 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, •To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean— roll!
Страница 210 - I know they are as lively, and as vigorously productive, as those fabulous dragon's teeth ; and being sown up and down, may chance to spring up armed men. And yet, on the other hand, unless wariness be used, as good almost kill a man as kill a good book. Who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image ; but he who destroys a good book, kills reason itself, kills the image of God, as it were in the eye.
Страница 551 - ... rim. Then I cast loose my buffcoat, each holster let fall, Shook off both my jack-boots, let go belt and all, Stood up in the stirrup, leaned, patted his ear, Called my Roland his pet-name, my horse without peer ; Clapped my hands, laughed and sang, any noise, bad or good, Till at length into Aix Roland galloped and stood. And all I remember is, friends flocking round As I sat with his head 'twixt my knees on the ground; And no voice but was praising this Roland of mine, As I poured down his...
Страница 475 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that oft-times hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
Страница 463 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one!
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Страница 476 - To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease ; For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
Страница 551 - And his low head and crest, just one sharp ear bent back For my voice, and the other pricked out on his track, And one eye's black intelligence — ever that glance O'er its white edge at me, his own master, askance; And the thick heavy spume-flakes, which aye and anon His fierce lips shook upwards in galloping on. By Hasselt, Dirck groaned; and cried Joris, "Stay spur! Your Roos galloped bravely, the fault's not in her; "We'll remember at Aix...
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