English Poetry (1170-1892).Ginn, 1907 - 580 ページ |
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... thing . That nis noht soth , " ich singe efne 52 Mid fulle dreme 53 and lude stefne.48 Thu wenist that ech song beo grislich 55 1 the sound seemed rather 2 it seemed rather 8 the owl's home 3 was not it 5 then 9 her • where the 7 in her ...
... thing . That nis noht soth , " ich singe efne 52 Mid fulle dreme 53 and lude stefne.48 Thu wenist that ech song beo grislich 55 1 the sound seemed rather 2 it seemed rather 8 the owl's home 3 was not it 5 then 9 her • where the 7 in her ...
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... thing which mihte hire most availe Sche fond in Crete and in Thessaile . In daies and in nyhtes nyne , With gret travaile and with gret pyne , Sche was pourveid of every piece , And torneth homward into Grece . Before the gates of Eson ...
... thing which mihte hire most availe Sche fond in Crete and in Thessaile . In daies and in nyhtes nyne , With gret travaile and with gret pyne , Sche was pourveid of every piece , And torneth homward into Grece . Before the gates of Eson ...
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... thing sche wroghte in this matiere , To make an ende of that sche gan , * Such merveile herde nevere man . Apointed in the newe mone , Whan it was time forto done , Sche sette a caldron on the fyr , In which was al the hole atir ...
... thing sche wroghte in this matiere , To make an ende of that sche gan , * Such merveile herde nevere man . Apointed in the newe mone , Whan it was time forto done , Sche sette a caldron on the fyr , In which was al the hole atir ...
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... thing that foles ne wenden.18 17 220 As proude Bayard ginneth for to skippe Out of the wey , so priketh him his corn , 19 Til he a lash have of the longe whippe , Than thenketh he , " Though I praunce al biforn First in the trays , ful ...
... thing that foles ne wenden.18 17 220 As proude Bayard ginneth for to skippe Out of the wey , so priketh him his corn , 19 Til he a lash have of the longe whippe , Than thenketh he , " Though I praunce al biforn First in the trays , ful ...
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... thing . Myn English eek is insufficient ; It moste ben a rethor 10 excellent , That coude his colours " longing for that art , If he sholde hir discryven every part . 40 I am non swich , I mot speke as I can . And so bifel that , whan ...
... thing . Myn English eek is insufficient ; It moste ben a rethor 10 excellent , That coude his colours " longing for that art , If he sholde hir discryven every part . 40 I am non swich , I mot speke as I can . And so bifel that , whan ...
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382 ページ - 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 throng'd the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips — »The foe! They come! they come!« And wild and high the 'Cameron's gathering...
385 ページ - 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 Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean— roll!
459 ページ - Death closes all: but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods. The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks: The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, 'Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths 60 Of all the western stars, until I die.
476 ページ - ... 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...
385 ページ - 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.
408 ページ - He is made one with Nature: there is heard His voice in all her music, from the moan Of thunder, to the song of night's sweet bird; He is a presence to be felt and known In darkness and in light, from herb and stone, Spreading itself where'er that Power may move Which has withdrawn his being to its own; Which wields the world with never-wearied love, Sustains it from beneath, and kindles it above.
434 ページ - Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, — I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life! - and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
340 ページ - Which we are toiling all our lives to find, In darkness lost, the darkness of the grave; Thou, over whom thy Immortality Broods like the Day, a Master o'er a Slave, A Presence which is not to be put by...
356 ページ - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day. We stuck, nor breath nor motion ; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean. Water, water, everywhere, And all the boards did shrink: Water, water, everywhere, Nor any drop to drink.
121 ページ - Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part! Nay, I have done. You get no more of me! And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free. Shake hands for ever! Cancel all our vows! And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain. Now at the last gasp of Love's latest breath, When, his pulse failing, Passion speechless lies, When Faith is kneeling by his bed of death, And Innocence is closing up his...