English Prose and Verse from Beowulf to StevensonHenry Spackman Pancoast H. Holt, 1915 - 816 Seiten |
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... Fair and fair , and twice so fair " ( From The Arraignment of Paris ) .... 151 " His Golden Locks Time hath to Silver Turned " ( From Polyhymnia ) ...... 152 " Illustrious England , Ancient Seat of Kings " ( From Edward Ist ) . 150 Hark ...
... Fair and fair , and twice so fair " ( From The Arraignment of Paris ) .... 151 " His Golden Locks Time hath to Silver Turned " ( From Polyhymnia ) ...... 152 " Illustrious England , Ancient Seat of Kings " ( From Edward Ist ) . 150 Hark ...
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... Fair and Happy Milkmaid ... 232 Song , Sabrina Fair ( From the same ) ... 211 THOMAS HOBBES ( 1588-1679 ) : Lycidas .. 211 War ( From Leviathan ) ... 233 SONNETS : ISAAK WALTON ( 1593-1683 ) : On His Having Arrived at the Age of Twenty ...
... Fair and Happy Milkmaid ... 232 Song , Sabrina Fair ( From the same ) ... 211 THOMAS HOBBES ( 1588-1679 ) : Lycidas .. 211 War ( From Leviathan ) ... 233 SONNETS : ISAAK WALTON ( 1593-1683 ) : On His Having Arrived at the Age of Twenty ...
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... fair , Whose peer lived not in all the earth , Yet of his pride he's soon stripped bare , At last he'll fetch not a herring's worth , Maid , if thou mak'st true love thy care I'll show thee a love more true than earth . In peace and ...
... fair , Whose peer lived not in all the earth , Yet of his pride he's soon stripped bare , At last he'll fetch not a herring's worth , Maid , if thou mak'st true love thy care I'll show thee a love more true than earth . In peace and ...
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... fair , And gave to thee both wit and skill ; He trusted me unto thy care To guide according to thy will . In witchcrafts foul I had no share , Nor wist I what was good nor ill , But like dumb beast thy yoke I bare And as thou bad'st I ...
... fair , And gave to thee both wit and skill ; He trusted me unto thy care To guide according to thy will . In witchcrafts foul I had no share , Nor wist I what was good nor ill , But like dumb beast thy yoke I bare And as thou bad'st I ...
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... fair of pris , 3 That called is Dame Erodys , 50 The fairest woman for the nonės 4 That might be made of flesh and bonės , 10 Full of all love and of goodness , No man may tell of her fairness . It befel in time of May , - 55 We read ...
... fair of pris , 3 That called is Dame Erodys , 50 The fairest woman for the nonės 4 That might be made of flesh and bonės , 10 Full of all love and of goodness , No man may tell of her fairness . It befel in time of May , - 55 We read ...
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Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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...
Seite 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!
Seite 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...
Seite 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?