Century Readings for a Course in English LiteratureJohn William Cunliffe, James Francis Augustin Pyre, James Francis Augustine Pyre, Karl Young Century Company, 1910 - 1143 sidor |
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... hours and a half afore my death , written with mine own hand , and so subscribed with part of my heart's blood . And I ... hour of noon Sir Gawaine yielded up the spirit ; and then the king let inter him in a chapel within Dover Castle ...
... hours and a half afore my death , written with mine own hand , and so subscribed with part of my heart's blood . And I ... hour of noon Sir Gawaine yielded up the spirit ; and then the king let inter him in a chapel within Dover Castle ...
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... hour afore . And the ladies told Sir Launcelot that Queen Guenever told 20 them all or she passed , that Sir Launce- lot had been priest near a twelvemonth , And hither he cometh as fast as he may to fetch my corpse ; and beside my lord ...
... hour afore . And the ladies told Sir Launcelot that Queen Guenever told 20 them all or she passed , that Sir Launce- lot had been priest near a twelvemonth , And hither he cometh as fast as he may to fetch my corpse ; and beside my lord ...
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... hour , a thought in readiness , As though that death were light in such a case . An endless wind doth tear the sail apace Of forced sighs , and trusty fearfulness . A rain of tears , a cloud of dark disdain Hath done the wearied cords ...
... hour , a thought in readiness , As though that death were light in such a case . An endless wind doth tear the sail apace Of forced sighs , and trusty fearfulness . A rain of tears , a cloud of dark disdain Hath done the wearied cords ...
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... hours of the night , many of our men were slain and hurt , 15 and one of the great galleons of the ar- mada , and ... hour before midnight , and then , being shot into the body with a musket , as he was dressing was again 30 shot into ...
... hours of the night , many of our men were slain and hurt , 15 and one of the great galleons of the ar- mada , and ... hour before midnight , and then , being shot into the body with a musket , as he was dressing was again 30 shot into ...
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... hours together , and sunk two of them , one being a new double fly- boat of 600 tons , and admiral of the fly- boats ... hour of death to approach , he spake these words in Spanish , and said : Here die I , Richard Grenville , with a ...
... hours together , and sunk two of them , one being a new double fly- boat of 600 tons , and admiral of the fly- boats ... hour of death to approach , he spake these words in Spanish , and said : Here die I , Richard Grenville , with a ...
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Sida 616 - Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed: And on the pedestal these words appear : 'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair !
Sida 527 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The child is father of the man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
Sida 152 - 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...
Sida 520 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be ; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Sida 565 - Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail, Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail : And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever It flung up momently the sacred river. Five miles meandering with a mazy motion Through wood and dale the sacred river ran, Then reached the caverns measureless to man, And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean: And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far Ancestral voices prophesying war!
Sida 240 - YET once more, O ye laurels, and once more, Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. Bitter constraint and sad occasion dear...
Sida 240 - And all their echoes, mourn. The Willows, and the Hazel Copses green, Shall now no more be seen, Fanning their joyous Leaves to thy soft lays. As killing as the Canker to the Rose, Or Taint-worm to the weanling Herds that graze, Or Frost to Flowers, that their gay wardrobe wear, When first the White-thorn blows; Such, Lycidas, thy loss to Shepherd's ear.
Sida 518 - These plots of cottage-ground, these orchard-tufts, Which at this season, with their unripe fruits, Are clad in one green hue, and lose themselves 'Mid groves and copses. Once again I see These hedge-rows, hardly hedge-rows, little lines Of sportive wood run wild : these pastoral farms, Green to the very door: and wreaths of smoke Sent up, in silence, from among the trees!
Sida 565 - 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.
Sida 535 - Shaped by himself with newly-learned art; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral; And this hath now his heart, And unto this he frames his song: Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business, love, or strife; But it will not be long...