English Poetry (1170-1892)Ginn, 1907 - 580 sidor |
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... hast dealt 36 hast 37 promptly paid 38 many men know me 39 therefore 40 inquirest 41 or 42 sudden 29 noise 43 rushed 44 flew 46 to what land he went 45 from the horse's hoofs Never more then thay wyste fram quethen ' he wacz.
... hast dealt 36 hast 37 promptly paid 38 many men know me 39 therefore 40 inquirest 41 or 42 sudden 29 noise 43 rushed 44 flew 46 to what land he went 45 from the horse's hoofs Never more then thay wyste fram quethen ' he wacz.
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... hast this wintres weders over - shake ,? And driven awey the longe nightes blake ! " 682 4 Seynt Valentyn , that art ful hy on - lofte , 3 Thus singen smale foules for thy sake : " Now welcom , somer , with thy sonne softe , That hast ...
... hast this wintres weders over - shake ,? And driven awey the longe nightes blake ! " 682 4 Seynt Valentyn , that art ful hy on - lofte , 3 Thus singen smale foules for thy sake : " Now welcom , somer , with thy sonne softe , That hast ...
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... hast thou no power His name sle ; his hy vertu astertith 3 Unslayn fro the , whiche ay us lyfly hertyth ' With bookes of his ornat endytyng , That is to al this land enlumynyng . * 1974 * * My dere maistir ( God his soule quyte ! ) 2077 ...
... hast thou no power His name sle ; his hy vertu astertith 3 Unslayn fro the , whiche ay us lyfly hertyth ' With bookes of his ornat endytyng , That is to al this land enlumynyng . * 1974 * * My dere maistir ( God his soule quyte ! ) 2077 ...
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... hast 36 dark 37 feet 38 webbed and broad 39 40 because 42 forsooth 4 wrinkled 44 twisted mouth 46 hanging 47 loose - jointed , wobbly 48 rough oars 41 empties 45 wide " Gife I can any skeill of fysnomy , 1 Thow hes sum pairte of frawd ...
... hast 36 dark 37 feet 38 webbed and broad 39 40 because 42 forsooth 4 wrinkled 44 twisted mouth 46 hanging 47 loose - jointed , wobbly 48 rough oars 41 empties 45 wide " Gife I can any skeill of fysnomy , 1 Thow hes sum pairte of frawd ...
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... hast thy dwelling place , Yet erth at last must nedes the overthrow . Thou thinkest thou do be no erth , I trow ; For if thou diddest , thou woldest than apply To forsake pleasure and to lerne to dye . 8 O erth , of erth why art thou so ...
... hast thy dwelling place , Yet erth at last must nedes the overthrow . Thou thinkest thou do be no erth , I trow ; For if thou diddest , thou woldest than apply To forsake pleasure and to lerne to dye . 8 O erth , of erth why art thou so ...
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Sida 326 - 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 364 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips - 'The foe! they come! they come!' And wild and high the 'Cameron's gathering
Sida 367 - Thy waters washed them power while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: not so thou, Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play; Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow; Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.
Sida 367 - 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...
Sida 451 - ... rim. Then I cast loose my buffcoat, each holster let fall, Shook off both my jack-boots, let go belt and all, Stood up in the stirrup, leaned, patted his ear, Called my Roland his pet-name, my horse without peer ; Clapped my hands, laughed and sang, any noise, bad or good, Till at length into Aix Roland galloped and stood. And all I remember is, friends flocking round As I sat with his head 'twixt my knees on the ground; And no voice but was praising this Roland of mine, As I poured down his...
Sida 364 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, - alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope shall moulder cold and low.
Sida 336 - And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething, As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing A mighty fountain momently was forced: Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst 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.
Sida 326 - 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 271 - Toll for the brave ! Brave Kempenfelt is gone ; His last sea-fight is fought, His work of glory done. It was not in the battle ; No tempest gave the shock ; She sprang no fatal leak, She ran upon no rock. His sword was in its sheath, His fingers held the pen, When Kempenfelt went down With twice four hundred men.
Sida 329 - River where ford there was none: But ere he alighted at Netherby gate The bride had consented, the gallant came late: For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.