English Prose and Verse from Beowulf to StevensonHenry Spackman Pancoast H. Holt, 1915 - 816 sidor |
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... look at the hoard , Where hidden it rests ' neath the hoary rock . For the worm lies still , put asleep by his wound ... look on , To the God of Glory I give my thanks . To the Ruler Eternal I render praise That ere I must go he granted ...
... look at the hoard , Where hidden it rests ' neath the hoary rock . For the worm lies still , put asleep by his wound ... look on , To the God of Glory I give my thanks . To the Ruler Eternal I render praise That ere I must go he granted ...
Sida 30
... looks of yore Full oft my song I've given o'er ; My tongue grows weak , my courage flies When you appear before mine ... look upon thou art In many ways , and every part ; Thy body's short , thy neck is small , Thy head is greater far ...
... looks of yore Full oft my song I've given o'er ; My tongue grows weak , my courage flies When you appear before mine ... look upon thou art In many ways , and every part ; Thy body's short , thy neck is small , Thy head is greater far ...
Sida 38
... Look tomorrow that thou be Alas ! there weeping was and woe . Here beneath this ympė tree ; He that was King and bare the crown , And if thou makest any let , 165 Where'er thou be thou shalt be fet , 12 And to tear thy limbės all , Went ...
... Look tomorrow that thou be Alas ! there weeping was and woe . Here beneath this ympė tree ; He that was King and bare the crown , And if thou makest any let , 165 Where'er thou be thou shalt be fet , 12 And to tear thy limbės all , Went ...
Sida 43
... look will showė , 15 So much have I thought of thee , I all ghastly growė Between Lincoln and Lindésey , North ... looks on her beauty to bliss he is brought , He follows the sun , to tell all words are naught . 20 She is popinjay ...
... look will showė , 15 So much have I thought of thee , I all ghastly growė Between Lincoln and Lindésey , North ... looks on her beauty to bliss he is brought , He follows the sun , to tell all words are naught . 20 She is popinjay ...
Sida 75
... look up , thank God of al ; Hold the hye wey , and let thy gost thee lede , And trouthe shal delivere , it is no drede . THE VOYAGES AND TRAVELS OF SIR JOHN MANDEVILLE 1 THE PROLOGUE 1 Jews for us , to redeem and deliver us from the ...
... look up , thank God of al ; Hold the hye wey , and let thy gost thee lede , And trouthe shal delivere , it is no drede . THE VOYAGES AND TRAVELS OF SIR JOHN MANDEVILLE 1 THE PROLOGUE 1 Jews for us , to redeem and deliver us from the ...
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English Prose and Verse from Beowulf to Stevenson Henry Spackman Pancoast Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1915 |
English Prose and Verse from Beowulf to Stevenson Henry Spackman Pancoast Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1915 |
English Prose and Verse from Beowulf to Stevenson Henry Spackman Pancoast Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1915 |
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Sida 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.
Sida 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!
Sida 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...
Sida 483 - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power. Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart : Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea : Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou...
Sida 462 - O ! may Heaven their simple lives prevent From luxury's contagion, weak and vile ! Then, howe'er crowns and coronets be rent, A virtuous populace may rise the while, And stand a wall of fire around their much-lov'd isle. 180 O Thou ! who pour'd the patriotic tide, That stream'd thro...
Sida 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?
Sida 520 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near.
Sida 536 - No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him.
Sida 480 - To live beneath your more habitual sway. I love the Brooks which down their channels fret, Even more than when I tripped lightly as they ; The innocent brightness of a new-born Day Is lovely yet ; The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality ; Another race hath been, and other palms are won.
Sida 164 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...