English Verse, Том 3William James Linton, Richard Henry Stoddard Charles Scribner's Sons, 1883 |
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... Percy Society , of which the most important in the history of English Verse , in that they revealed a mine of forgotten poetic wealth to eighteenth century readers , and that they were a source of vital inspiration to young nineteenth ...
... Percy Society , of which the most important in the history of English Verse , in that they revealed a mine of forgotten poetic wealth to eighteenth century readers , and that they were a source of vital inspiration to young nineteenth ...
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... Percy out of Northumberland , And a vow to God made he That he would hunt in the mountains At Cheviot within days three , In the maugre of doughty Douglas And all that ever with him be . The fattest harts in all Cheviot , He said he ...
... Percy out of Northumberland , And a vow to God made he That he would hunt in the mountains At Cheviot within days three , In the maugre of doughty Douglas And all that ever with him be . The fattest harts in all Cheviot , He said he ...
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... Percy went To see the brittling of the deer . He said— “ It was the Douglas ' promise This day to meet me here ; But I wist he would fail verament- A great oath the Percy sware . At last a squire of Northumberland - Look'd , at his hand ...
... Percy went To see the brittling of the deer . He said— “ It was the Douglas ' promise This day to meet me here ; But I wist he would fail verament- A great oath the Percy sware . At last a squire of Northumberland - Look'd , at his hand ...
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... Percy ! thou art a lord of land , I am an earl in my country ; Let all our men on a party stand , And do the battle of thee and me ! " " Christ's curse on his crown , " said the Lord Percy , - " Whosoever thereto says Nay ! By my troth ...
... Percy ! thou art a lord of land , I am an earl in my country ; Let all our men on a party stand , And do the battle of thee and me ! " " Christ's curse on his crown , " said the Lord Percy , - " Whosoever thereto says Nay ! By my troth ...
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... Percy met Like two captains of might and main ; They swapp'd together till they both sweat , With swords that were of fine Milan . These worthy frekès for to fight Thereto they were full fain , Till the blood out of their basnets sprent ...
... Percy met Like two captains of might and main ; They swapp'd together till they both sweat , With swords that were of fine Milan . These worthy frekès for to fight Thereto they were full fain , Till the blood out of their basnets sprent ...
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Стр. 183 - Nor any drop to drink. The very deep did rot: O Christ! That ever this should be! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea. About, about, in reel and rout The death-fires danced at night; The water, like a witch's oils, Burnt green, and blue, and white.
Стр. 187 - I closed my lids, and kept them close, And the balls like pulses beat; For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky Lay like a load on my weary eye. And the dead were at my feet.
Стр. 190 - It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Стр. 192 - Is it he?' quoth one, 'Is this the man? By him who died on cross, With his cruel bow he laid full low The harmless Albatross. • The spirit who bideth by himself In the land of mist and snow, He loved the bird that loved the man Who shot him with his bow.
Стр. 239 - If the British march By land or sea from the town to-night, Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch Of the North Church tower as a signal light, — One, if by land, and two, if by sea ; And I on the opposite shore will be, Ready to ride and spread the alarm Through every Middlesex village and farm, For the country folk to be up and to arm.
Стр. 237 - 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...
Стр. 240 - ... with a heavy stride On the opposite shore walked Paul Revere. Now he patted his horse's side, Now gazed at the landscape far and near, Then, impetuous, stamped the earth, And turned and tightened his saddle-girth; But mostly he watched with eager search The belfry-tower of the Old North Church, As it rose above the graves on the hill, Lonely and spectral and sombre and still. And lo! as he looks, on the belfry's height A glimmer, and then a gleam of light! He springs to the saddle, the bridle...
Стр. 238 - Neath our feet broke the brittle bright stubble like chaff; Till over by Dalhem a dome-spire sprang white, And "Gallop," gasped Joris, "for Aix is in sight! "How they'll greet us!" — and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets
Стр. 194 - On every corse there stood. This seraph-band, each waved his hand: It was a heavenly sight! They stood as signals to the land, Each one a lovely light; 441 This seraph-band, each waved his hand, No voice did they impart — No voice; but oh!
Стр. 182 - And I had done a hellish thing. And it would work 'em woe: For all averred. I had killed the bird That made the breeze to blow.