English Prose and PoetryGinn, 1926 - 882 ページ |
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... hath hire wyl On hyre lud to synge . Ich libbe in love longinge For semlokest of alle thinge . 5 He may me blisse bringe ; Icham in hire baundoun.8 An hendy hap ichabbe yhent , ' Ichot , 10 from hevene it is me sent , From alle wymmen ...
... hath hire wyl On hyre lud to synge . Ich libbe in love longinge For semlokest of alle thinge . 5 He may me blisse bringe ; Icham in hire baundoun.8 An hendy hap ichabbe yhent , ' Ichot , 10 from hevene it is me sent , From alle wymmen ...
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... hath no bounds . Their heaven they had ere they did die , And now together in hell they lie ; The fire it burneth ever . Long is ay ! and long is oh ! Long is wy ! and long is wo ! Thence escape they never . 12 laughing 13 gait 14 those ...
... hath no bounds . Their heaven they had ere they did die , And now together in hell they lie ; The fire it burneth ever . Long is ay ! and long is oh ! Long is wy ! and long is wo ! Thence escape they never . 12 laughing 13 gait 14 those ...
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... hath be 13 chapmon , 14 and cheef to schriven 15 lordes , Mony ferlyes han 16 bifalle in a fewe yeres . But 17 Holychirche and heo 18 holde bet 19 togedere , The moste mischeef on molde 20 up faste . is mountyng he a prest Ther prechede ...
... hath be 13 chapmon , 14 and cheef to schriven 15 lordes , Mony ferlyes han 16 bifalle in a fewe yeres . But 17 Holychirche and heo 18 holde bet 19 togedere , The moste mischeef on molde 20 up faste . is mountyng he a prest Ther prechede ...
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... hath ben pore seththe3 the pestilence tyme , To have a lycence and leve at Londun to dwelle , To singe ther for simonye , for selver is swete . Ther hovide an hundret in houves 5 of selke , Serjauns hit semide to serven atte barre ; 85 ...
... hath ben pore seththe3 the pestilence tyme , To have a lycence and leve at Londun to dwelle , To singe ther for simonye , for selver is swete . Ther hovide an hundret in houves 5 of selke , Serjauns hit semide to serven atte barre ; 85 ...
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... hath under him seventy- two provinces ; and in every province is a king . And these kings have kings under them ; and all are tributaries to Prester John . And he hath in his lordships many great marvels . For in his country is the sea ...
... hath under him seventy- two provinces ; and in every province is a king . And these kings have kings under them ; and all are tributaries to Prester John . And he hath in his lordships many great marvels . For in his country is the sea ...
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142 ページ - 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.
533 ページ - As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains : but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringer of new things ; and vile it were For some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge like a sinking star. Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.
415 ページ - Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company! — To walk together to the kirk, And all together pray, While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends And youths and maidens gay!
547 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!
552 ページ - for Aix is in sight !" "How they'll greet us !" — and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone ; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets
494 ページ - WITH fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat, in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread — Stitch! stitch! stitch! In poverty, hunger, and dirt; And still with a voice of dolorous pitch She sang the
651 ページ - Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold me by the hand, Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay. Remember me when no more, day by day, You tell me of our future that you planned: Only remember me; you understand It will be late to counsel then or pray. Yet if you should forget me for a while And afterwards remember, do not grieve: For if the darkness and corruption leave A vestige of the thoughts that once I had, Better by far you should forget...
450 ページ - Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, ye Whose agonies are evils of a day ! — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay.
533 ページ - 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 Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down : It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Tho...
432 ページ - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake...