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... head in it . The place is not good ! Thence the surg- ing waves mount up , dark toward the clouds , when the wind stirs up grievous storms , until the sky becomes gloomy and the heavens weep . Now does help de- pend upon thee alone ...
... head in it . The place is not good ! Thence the surg- ing waves mount up , dark toward the clouds , when the wind stirs up grievous storms , until the sky becomes gloomy and the heavens weep . Now does help de- pend upon thee alone ...
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... head . Soon the wise men who looked on the water with Hrothgar saw that the surg- ing waves were all stirred up , the sea was stained with blood . The old men , gray - haired , spoke together about the worthy one , said of the atheling ...
... head . Soon the wise men who looked on the water with Hrothgar saw that the surg- ing waves were all stirred up , the sea was stained with blood . The old men , gray - haired , spoke together about the worthy one , said of the atheling ...
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... head after the ancient strife ! Go now to your seat , distin- guished in battle , and enjoy the pleasure of the feast . A wealth of mutual treasures shall be ours in the morning . " The Geat was glad , went soon to seek his seat as the ...
... head after the ancient strife ! Go now to your seat , distin- guished in battle , and enjoy the pleasure of the feast . A wealth of mutual treasures shall be ours in the morning . " The Geat was glad , went soon to seek his seat as the ...
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... head of Grendel's mother with a mighty sword in the battle - cham- ber . Not easily thence did I escape with life . I was not yet doomed to die . In- stead , the protector of earls , the son of Healfdene , again gave me many treasures ...
... head of Grendel's mother with a mighty sword in the battle - cham- ber . Not easily thence did I escape with life . I was not yet doomed to die . In- stead , the protector of earls , the son of Healfdene , again gave me many treasures ...
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... head was an ell - yard long , the metal all of green steel and gold , the blade burnished bright , with a broad edge , as well shapen to shear as a sharp razor . The steel was set into a strong staff , all bound round with iron , even ...
... head was an ell - yard long , the metal all of green steel and gold , the blade burnished bright , with a broad edge , as well shapen to shear as a sharp razor . The steel was set into a strong staff , all bound round with iron , even ...
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Century Types of English Literature: Chronologically Arranged George William McClelland Полный просмотр - 1925 |
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Стр. 271 - Reading maketh a full man; conference a ready man; and writing an exact man. And therefore, if a man write little, he had need have a great memory; if he confer little, he had need have a present wit: and if he read little, he had need have much cunning, to seem to know that he doth not.
Стр. 636 - MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, > Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk : 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Стр. 777 - OH yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood; That nothing walks with aimless feet; That not one life shall be destroy'd, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
Стр. 701 - Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go mark him well; For him no minstrel raptures swell; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim; Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly...
Стр. 626 - Had half impair'd the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o'er her face ; Where thoughts serenely sweet express, How pure, how dear their dwelling-place. And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
Стр. 721 - And still she slept an azure-lidded sleep, In blanched linen, smooth, and lavender'd, While he from forth the closet brought a heap Of candied apple, quince, and plum, and gourd; With jellies soother than the creamy curd, And lucent syrops, tinct with cinnamon; Manna and dates, in argosy transferr'd From Fez; and spiced dainties, every one, From silken Samarcand to cedar'd Lebanon.
Стр. 733 - In a few days his lordship's town house was observed to be on fire. The thing took wing and now there was nothing to be seen but fires in every direction. Fuel and pigs grew enormously dear all over the district. The insurance offices one and all shut up shop. People built slighter and slighter every day, until it was feared that the very science of architecture would in no long time be lost to the world. Thus this custom of firing houses continued, till in process of time...
Стр. 701 - Caledonia ! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child ! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, Land of the mountain and the flood, Land of my sires ! what mortal hand Can e'er untie the filial band, That knits me to thy rugged strand ! Still, as I view each well-known scene, Think what is now, and what hath been, Seems as, to me, of all bereft, Sole friends thy woods and streams were left ; And thus I love them better still, Even in extremity of ill.
Стр. 237 - That without them dare to woo ; And unless that mind I see, What care I how great she be ? Great, or good, or kind, or fair, I will ne'er the more despair: If she love me, this believe, I will die ere she shall grieve : If she slight me when I woo, I can scorn and let her go ; For if she be not for me, What care I for whom she be ? George Wither.
Стр. 244 - Daffodils Fair daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon: As yet the early-rising sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the evensong; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along. » We have short time to stay as you; We have as short a spring; As quick a growth to meet decay, As you or anything. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the summer's rain; Or as the pearls of morning's dew, Ne'er to be found again.