An Old Castle and Other EssaysMacmillan, 1922 - 395 sidor |
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... sides by the low curtain walls over which the great beech trees hang their branches . But turning to the right , you face , on the fourth side , the towering wall of the great inner court , or castle proper . Passing over a bridge that ...
... sides by the low curtain walls over which the great beech trees hang their branches . But turning to the right , you face , on the fourth side , the towering wall of the great inner court , or castle proper . Passing over a bridge that ...
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... side you took you might lose your head for not taking the other . And , in- deed , if you had any leisure or liking to read , what was the good ? In English there was little save old Dan Chaucer that was worth the reading , and in ...
... side you took you might lose your head for not taking the other . And , in- deed , if you had any leisure or liking to read , what was the good ? In English there was little save old Dan Chaucer that was worth the reading , and in ...
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... side of it , great rivers that ran over sands of gold , Amazons , and men whose heads did grow beneath their shoulders . And although you couldn't well understand it all , yet you couldn't well doubt it , either ; for hadn't you ...
... side of it , great rivers that ran over sands of gold , Amazons , and men whose heads did grow beneath their shoulders . And although you couldn't well understand it all , yet you couldn't well doubt it , either ; for hadn't you ...
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... sides ; he had made up his mind . Henceforth he would be something more than a courtier , something more than a scholar : he would be a soldier in the great battle against sin and anti- christ , against the King of Spain and the Pope of ...
... sides ; he had made up his mind . Henceforth he would be something more than a courtier , something more than a scholar : he would be a soldier in the great battle against sin and anti- christ , against the King of Spain and the Pope of ...
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... side , he lifted up his eyes and hands uttering these words , " I would not change my joy for the empire of the world . " So passed , at the age of thirty - two , a true knight , " who trod , " as an old writer says , " from his cradle ...
... side , he lifted up his eyes and hands uttering these words , " I would not change my joy for the empire of the world . " So passed , at the age of thirty - two , a true knight , " who trod , " as an old writer says , " from his cradle ...
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Sida 106 - When daffodils begin to peer, With heigh ! the doxy over the dale, Why, then comes in the sweet o' the year; For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale. The white sheet bleaching on the hedge, With heigh ! the sweet birds, O, how they sing! Doth set my pugging tooth on edge ; For a quart of ale is a dish for a king. The lark, that...
Sida 47 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons...
Sida 89 - Yare, yare, good Iras; quick. — Methinks, I hear Antony call; I see him rouse himself To praise my noble act; I hear him mock The luck of Caesar, which the gods give men To excuse their after wrath: Husband, I come: Now to that name my courage prove my title ! I am fire, and air; my other elements I give to baser life.
Sida 39 - It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the green corn-field did pass In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding : Sweet lovers love the spring.
Sida 110 - Even here undone ! I was not much afeard ; for once or twice I was about to speak and tell him plainly, The selfsame sun that shines upon his court Hides not his visage from our cottage but Looks on alike.
Sida 325 - GROW old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made: Our times are in his hand Who saith, "A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!
Sida 108 - I'd have you buy and sell so ; so give alms ; Pray so; and for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too. When you do dance, I wish you A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that ; move still, still so, and own No other function.
Sida 60 - Hero had turned nun, if it had not been for a hot midsummer night; for, good youth, he went but forth to wash him in the Hellespont and being taken with the cramp was drowned; and the foolish chroniclers of that age found it was — Hero of Sestos. But these are all lies. Men have died from time to time and worms have eaten them. but not for love.
Sida 247 - O' clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field, Unseen, alane. There, in thy scanty mantle clad, Thy snawie bosom sun-ward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies ! Such is the fate of artless maid, Sweet flow'ret of the rural shade ! By love's simplicity betray'd, And guileless trust, Till she, like thee, all soil'd, is laid Low i
Sida 89 - With thy sharp teeth this knot intrinsicate Of life at once untie : poor venomous fool, Be angry, and dispatch.