English Prose and Verse from Beowulf to StevensonHenry Spackman Pancoast H. Holt, 1915 - 816 sidor |
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... Tears , idle tears ( From The Princess ) .. 598 Evelyn Hope .. 612 In Memoriam ( Selections ) .. 598 By the Fireside . 613 The Charge of the Light Brigade . 601 De Gustibus .. 616 Maud ( Selections ) .. 601 Andrea del Sarto . 616 Song ...
... Tears , idle tears ( From The Princess ) .. 598 Evelyn Hope .. 612 In Memoriam ( Selections ) .. 598 By the Fireside . 613 The Charge of the Light Brigade . 601 De Gustibus .. 616 Maud ( Selections ) .. 601 Andrea del Sarto . 616 Song ...
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... tears and wept much . And after a while he began to repeat what he had begun . And we , hearing these 5 things , mourned with him . Now we read , and now we wept ; nay , we read as we wept . In such gladness we passed the quinquagesimal ...
... tears and wept much . And after a while he began to repeat what he had begun . And we , hearing these 5 things , mourned with him . Now we read , and now we wept ; nay , we read as we wept . In such gladness we passed the quinquagesimal ...
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... tears would flow , 105 110 Yet away shalt thou be borne . " When the King he heard this case , " Out ! " he said ... tear thy limbės all , Shall help thee naught whate'er befall , And although thou be all torn 13 Alas ! 10 Garments . 11 ...
... tears would flow , 105 110 Yet away shalt thou be borne . " When the King he heard this case , " Out ! " he said ... tear thy limbės all , Shall help thee naught whate'er befall , And although thou be all torn 13 Alas ! 10 Garments . 11 ...
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... tears , he burst forth into the following complaint : - " O irreversible decrees of the Fates , that never swerve from your stated course ! why did you ever advance me to an unstable feli- city , since the punishment of lost happiness ...
... tears , he burst forth into the following complaint : - " O irreversible decrees of the Fates , that never swerve from your stated course ! why did you ever advance me to an unstable feli- city , since the punishment of lost happiness ...
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... tears down hailed , But nothing it availed ' To call Philip again Whom Gib our cat hath slain . Gib , I say , our cat , Worrowed her on that Which I loved best ; It cannot be expressed , My sorrowful heaviness , But all without redress ...
... tears down hailed , But nothing it availed ' To call Philip again Whom Gib our cat hath slain . Gib , I say , our cat , Worrowed her on that Which I loved best ; It cannot be expressed , My sorrowful heaviness , But all without redress ...
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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 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...
Sida 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.
Sida 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...
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 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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...