English Prose and Verse from Beowulf to StevensonHenry Spackman Pancoast H. Holt, 1915 - 816 страница |
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... y - come from his viáge , And wente for to doon his pilgrymage . A lovyere and a lusty bacheler , 15 With hym ther was his sone , a yong SQUIER , 60 65 70 75 80 With lokkes crulle16 as they were leyd in presse . Of twenty yeer of age he ...
... y - come from his viáge , And wente for to doon his pilgrymage . A lovyere and a lusty bacheler , 15 With hym ther was his sone , a yong SQUIER , 60 65 70 75 80 With lokkes crulle16 as they were leyd in presse . Of twenty yeer of age he ...
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... y - purfiled19 at the hond With grys , 20 and that the fyneste of a lond ; And for to festne his hood under his chyn He hadde of gold y - wrought a curious pyn , A love knotte in the gretter ende ther was . His heed was balled that ...
... y - purfiled19 at the hond With grys , 20 and that the fyneste of a lond ; And for to festne his hood under his chyn He hadde of gold y - wrought a curious pyn , A love knotte in the gretter ende ther was . His heed was balled that ...
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... y - go . As leenė was his hors as is a rake . And he nas nat right fat , I undertake , But looked holwe , and ther - to sobrely ; 285 Ful thredbare was his overeste courtepy ; 11 290 For he hadde geten hym yet no benefice , Ne was so ...
... y - go . As leenė was his hors as is a rake . And he nas nat right fat , I undertake , But looked holwe , and ther - to sobrely ; 285 Ful thredbare was his overeste courtepy ; 11 290 For he hadde geten hym yet no benefice , Ne was so ...
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... y - cleped22 MADAME , And goon to vigiliės al bifore , 23 And have a mantel roialliche y - bore.24 370 375 A Cook they hadde with hem for the nones , To boille the chiknes with the marybones , 25 And poudré - marchant tart and galyngale ...
... y - cleped22 MADAME , And goon to vigiliės al bifore , 23 And have a mantel roialliche y - bore.24 370 375 A Cook they hadde with hem for the nones , To boille the chiknes with the marybones , 25 And poudré - marchant tart and galyngale ...
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... y - teyd , and shoes ful moyste and newe ; Boold was hir face , and fair , and reed of hewe . She was a worthy womman al hir lyve , Housbondes at chirché dore3 she hadde fyve , Withouten oother compaignye in youthe , - But ther - of ...
... y - teyd , and shoes ful moyste and newe ; Boold was hir face , and fair , and reed of hewe . She was a worthy womman al hir lyve , Housbondes at chirché dore3 she hadde fyve , Withouten oother compaignye in youthe , - But ther - of ...
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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?