English Prose and Verse from Beowulf to StevensonHenry Spackman Pancoast H. Holt, 1915 - 816 sidor |
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... leave all for thee , wilt thou JOHN HENRY NEWMAN ( 1801–1890 ) : exchange . 635 Lead Kindly Light ... 657 XLIII . How do I love thee ? Let me ROBERT STEPHEN HAWKER ( 1803-1875 ) : count the ways .. 635 The Song of the Western Men . 658 ...
... leave all for thee , wilt thou JOHN HENRY NEWMAN ( 1801–1890 ) : exchange . 635 Lead Kindly Light ... 657 XLIII . How do I love thee ? Let me ROBERT STEPHEN HAWKER ( 1803-1875 ) : count the ways .. 635 The Song of the Western Men . 658 ...
Sida 6
... never it should have , Well - tempered iron ! Nor easy it was For Ecgtheow's heir , honored and famous , This earth to forsake , forever to leave it ; 6 FROM THE BEGINNING TO THE NORMAN CONQUEST Beowulf's Last Fight and Death.
... never it should have , Well - tempered iron ! Nor easy it was For Ecgtheow's heir , honored and famous , This earth to forsake , forever to leave it ; 6 FROM THE BEGINNING TO THE NORMAN CONQUEST Beowulf's Last Fight and Death.
Sida 7
Henry Spackman Pancoast. This earth to forsake , forever to leave it ; Yet he must go , against his will Elsewhere to dwell . So we all must leave 2590 This fleeting life . - Erelong the foes Bursting with wrath the battle renewed . The ...
Henry Spackman Pancoast. This earth to forsake , forever to leave it ; Yet he must go , against his will Elsewhere to dwell . So we all must leave 2590 This fleeting life . - Erelong the foes Bursting with wrath the battle renewed . The ...
Sida 8
... leave my life the Lord may not charge me With killing of kinsmen . Now quickly go , Wiglaf beloved , to look at the hoard , Where hidden it rests ' neath the hoary rock . For the worm lies still , put asleep by his wound , Robbed of his ...
... leave my life the Lord may not charge me With killing of kinsmen . Now quickly go , Wiglaf beloved , to look at the hoard , Where hidden it rests ' neath the hoary rock . For the worm lies still , put asleep by his wound , Robbed of his ...
Sida 19
... leave us not orphans , " he burst into 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 ...
... leave us not orphans , " he burst into 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 ...
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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 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 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.
Sida 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...
Sida 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.
Sida 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...
Sida 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...
Sida 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!
Sida 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...
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?