English Prose and Verse from Beowulf to StevensonHenry Spackman Pancoast H. Holt, 1915 - Всего страниц: 816 |
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... ground shall hide her from me . But one day more thy woe endure , And nurse thy hope as I know thou wilt . " Sprang to his feet the sage old king , Gave praise to God for the promise spoken . And now for Hrothgar a horse was bridled , A ...
... ground shall hide her from me . But one day more thy woe endure , And nurse thy hope as I know thou wilt . " Sprang to his feet the sage old king , Gave praise to God for the promise spoken . And now for Hrothgar a horse was bridled , A ...
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... ground , In high disdain , the hilt of the sword , The gaudy and jewelled ; rejoiced in the strength Of his arm unaided . So all should do Who glory would find and fame abiding , In the crash of conflict , nor care for their lives . The ...
... ground , In high disdain , the hilt of the sword , The gaudy and jewelled ; rejoiced in the strength Of his arm unaided . So all should do Who glory would find and fame abiding , In the crash of conflict , nor care for their lives . The ...
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... ground , Heaped in the den of the dragon hoary , Old twilight - flier , -flagons once bright , Wassail cups wondrous of warriors departed Stript of their mountings , many a helmet Ancient and rusted , armlets a many , Curiously woven ...
... ground , Heaped in the den of the dragon hoary , Old twilight - flier , -flagons once bright , Wassail cups wondrous of warriors departed Stript of their mountings , many a helmet Ancient and rusted , armlets a many , Curiously woven ...
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... ground trembles.before Him Who strongly fixed its foundations , The limits of earth and the heavens . Fool is he without fear of the Lord ; To him will come death unforeseen : Happy is he who is lowly of life ; To him will come honour ...
... ground trembles.before Him Who strongly fixed its foundations , The limits of earth and the heavens . Fool is he without fear of the Lord ; To him will come death unforeseen : Happy is he who is lowly of life ; To him will come honour ...
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... ground ; and so the least worthy with the best , and the best with God . Though the worst men turn their love towards this world they cannot abide therein , nor come to anything , if they be in no degree fastened to God , no more than ...
... ground ; and so the least worthy with the best , and the best with God . Though the worst men turn their love towards this world they cannot abide therein , nor come to anything , if they be in no degree fastened to God , no more than ...
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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...