English Prose and Verse from Beowulf to StevensonHenry Spackman Pancoast H. Holt, 1915 - Всего страниц: 816 |
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... natures ... laws , and of divers shapes of men . Of which lands and isles I shall speak more plainly hereafter . And I ... nature faileth them for in their shoulders . old age . And it befell , in king Alexander's time , that he purposed ...
... natures ... laws , and of divers shapes of men . Of which lands and isles I shall speak more plainly hereafter . And I ... nature faileth them for in their shoulders . old age . And it befell , in king Alexander's time , that he purposed ...
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... nature will applie ; A twisted face , a twisted phisnomie . The auld provérb is witness of this lorum : 17 Distortum vultum , sequitur distortio morum . ' " Na , " quoth the Toad , " that proverb is not true ; For fairest things are ...
... nature will applie ; A twisted face , a twisted phisnomie . The auld provérb is witness of this lorum : 17 Distortum vultum , sequitur distortio morum . ' " Na , " quoth the Toad , " that proverb is not true ; For fairest things are ...
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... nature is much wasted , and the kind of them brought to naught . They are gone to defend the realm ; nor have they weapons , nor money to buy them weapons withal ; but verily they live in the most extreme poverty and misery , and yet ...
... nature is much wasted , and the kind of them brought to naught . They are gone to defend the realm ; nor have they weapons , nor money to buy them weapons withal ; but verily they live in the most extreme poverty and misery , and yet ...
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... nature of man be given at any time , more than other , to receive goodness , it is in innocency of 15 young years , before that experience of evil have taken root in him . For , the pure clean wit of a sweet young babe is like the ...
... nature of man be given at any time , more than other , to receive goodness , it is in innocency of 15 young years , before that experience of evil have taken root in him . For , the pure clean wit of a sweet young babe is like the ...
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... Nature's cunning hand Bene choycely picked out from all the rest , And laid forth for ensample of the best : No daintie flowre or herbe that growes on grownd , No arborett with painted blossomes drest And smelling sweete , but there it ...
... Nature's cunning hand Bene choycely picked out from all the rest , And laid forth for ensample of the best : No daintie flowre or herbe that growes on grownd , No arborett with painted blossomes drest And smelling sweete , but there it ...
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Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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!
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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?