English Prose and Verse from Beowulf to StevensonHenry Spackman Pancoast H. Holt, 1915 - Всего страниц: 816 |
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... doth work ; but these wonders are much weak- ened in the sight of men because they are very common . That each day Almighty God feeds all the earth and directs the good , is a greater 20 miracle than was that of feeding five thousand ...
... doth work ; but these wonders are much weak- ened in the sight of men because they are very common . That each day Almighty God feeds all the earth and directs the good , is a greater 20 miracle than was that of feeding five thousand ...
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... doth have his will , himself doth but deceive . I might in truth have better done , had I of joy great wealth ; 15 And now I would , and yet cannot , for age and for unhealth . Old age on me hath stolen fast , before of it I wist ; Nor ...
... doth have his will , himself doth but deceive . I might in truth have better done , had I of joy great wealth ; 15 And now I would , and yet cannot , for age and for unhealth . Old age on me hath stolen fast , before of it I wist ; Nor ...
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... doth the blind That in this world would claim his prize . This world decays , as ye may find ; Truth is put down and wrong doth rise . 50 The love that may not here abide , Thou dost great wrong to trust to now ; E'en so it soon shall ...
... doth the blind That in this world would claim his prize . This world decays , as ye may find ; Truth is put down and wrong doth rise . 50 The love that may not here abide , Thou dost great wrong to trust to now ; E'en so it soon shall ...
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... doth a hen in snow , And all she sings is but for woe : Thou sing'st in winter's wrath and gloom , 415 In summer thou art ever dumb . It is but for thy foolish spite That thou with us canst not be bright ; 40 For thee consuming envy ...
... doth a hen in snow , And all she sings is but for woe : Thou sing'st in winter's wrath and gloom , 415 In summer thou art ever dumb . It is but for thy foolish spite That thou with us canst not be bright ; 40 For thee consuming envy ...
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... doth belong . JOAN 20 There's a maid in a bower , as beryl most bright , As sapphire in silver set seemly in sight , 5 As jasper the gracious that gleameth with light , As garnet in gold , and as ruby most right ; As onyx she is held up ...
... doth belong . JOAN 20 There's a maid in a bower , as beryl most bright , As sapphire in silver set seemly in sight , 5 As jasper the gracious that gleameth with light , As garnet in gold , and as ruby most right ; As onyx she is held up ...
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Стр. 483 - EARTH has not anything to show more fair : Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty : This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning ; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill ; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep ! The river glideth at his own sweet...
Стр. 514 - 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.
Стр. 536 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan; Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last...
Стр. 511 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.— But hark!
Стр. 537 - 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.
Стр. 537 - When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, "Beauty is truth, truth beauty,"— that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
Стр. 163 - When, in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries And look upon myself and curse my fate. Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope.
Стр. 528 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me ; my spirit's bark is driven Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given. The massy earth and sphered skies are riven ! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar ! Whilst, burning through the inmost veil of heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Стр. 537 - Darkling I listen; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain To thy high requiem become a sod.
Стр. 164 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed, whereon it must expire, Consumed with that...