The Universal Anthology: A Collection of the Best Literature, Ancient, Mediaeval and Modern, with Biographical and Explanatory Notes, 第 8 巻Richard Garnett, Léon Vallée, Alois Brandl Clarke Company, limited, 1899 |
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Ali Baba Amrû answered Antar armor arms army asked Baba battle Belisarius Biorn blood brother called Christian cried dead death door Duke of Normandy Earl earth Ellak enemy Enid eyes fair fame fear fell Fena Finn gave Geraint Giants Gilla Dacker gold Grettir Guenever hand hast hath head heard heart Heaven Heribald holy honor horse Hunnic Huns Iddawc Karlsefni king Arthur knew knight lady lance land live looked Lord master Moengal Morgiana never noble Owain Prince John queene replied Rhonabwy Richard robbers round sailed Saladin seemed shield ship sir Agravaine sir Gawaine Sir Ingoldsby Bray sir Launcelot Sir Launfal sir Mordred Sir Tristram slain Soldan soul spear stood Suabian sword tent thee things Thorfinn Thorir thou thought told took troop turned unto Verily Vivien words yonder youth
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202 ページ - I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk: eat, O friends; drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved.
127 ページ - Earth gets its price for what Earth gives us: The beggar is taxed for a corner to die in, The priest hath his fee who comes and shrives us, We bargain for the graves we lie in ; At the devil's booth are all things sold, Each ounce of dross costs its ounce of gold...
131 ページ - Long, sparkling aisles of steel-stemmed trees Bending to counterfeit a breeze; Sometimes the roof no fretwork knew But silvery mosses that downward grew; Sometimes it was carved in sharp relief With quaint arabesques...
254 ページ - In the midst of life we are in death : of whom may we seek for succour, but of thee, O Lord, who for our sins art justly displeased...
130 ページ - As Sir Launfal made morn through the darksome gate, He was ware of a leper, crouched by the same, Who begged with his hand and moaned as he sate; And a loathing over Sir Launfal came, The sunshine went out of his soul with a thrill, The flesh 'neath his armor...
133 ページ - When he girt his young life up in gilded mail And set forth in search of the Holy Grail. The heart within him was ashes and dust; He parted in twain his single crust, He broke the ice on the streamlet's brink And gave the leper to eat and drink...
127 ページ - And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays; Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten; Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
134 ページ - In many climes, without avail, Thou hast spent thy life for the Holy Grail ; Behold it is here — this cup which thou Didst fill at the streamlet for me but now; This crust is my body broken for thee, This water His blood that died on the tree; The Holy Supper is kept, indeed, In whatso we share with another's need ; Not what we give, but what we share — For the gift without the giver is bare ; Who gives himself with his alms feeds three— Himself, his hungering neighbor, and me.
394 ページ - Their escutcheons have long mouldered from the walls of their castles. Their castles themselves are but green mounds and shattered ruins: the place that once knew them, knows them no more — nay, many a race since theirs has died out and been forgotten in the very land which they occupied with all...
130 ページ - DOWN swept the chill wind from the mountain peak, From the snow five thousand summers old ; On open wold and hill-top bleak It had gathered all the cold, And whirled it like sleet on the wanderer's cheek ; It carried a shiver everywhere ' From the unleafed boughs and pastures bare ; The little brook heard it and built a roof 'Neath which he could house him, winter-proof; All night by the white stars...