National EpicsA.C. McClurg, 1896 - 398 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 24
... heart , the old , the blind , and hardly fed , In the wild wood , hath pierced the dart , that here hath struck their off- spring dead . Ah , deed most profitless as worst , a deed of wanton useless guilt : As though a pupil's hand ...
... heart , the old , the blind , and hardly fed , In the wild wood , hath pierced the dart , that here hath struck their off- spring dead . Ah , deed most profitless as worst , a deed of wanton useless guilt : As though a pupil's hand ...
الصفحة 25
... heart thy mother or thy sire do wrong , Bear with us , nor , when next we part , on the slow way thus linger long , The feet of those that cannot move , of those that cannot see the eye , Our spirits live but in thy love , oh wherefore ...
... heart thy mother or thy sire do wrong , Bear with us , nor , when next we part , on the slow way thus linger long , The feet of those that cannot move , of those that cannot see the eye , Our spirits live but in thy love , oh wherefore ...
الصفحة 27
... heart , whose fearful pain I know too well . As sorrowing for my son I bow , and yield up my unwilling breath , So , sorrowing for thy son shalt thou at life's last close repose in death . ' That curse dread sounding in mine ear , to ...
... heart , whose fearful pain I know too well . As sorrowing for my son I bow , and yield up my unwilling breath , So , sorrowing for thy son shalt thou at life's last close repose in death . ' That curse dread sounding in mine ear , to ...
الصفحة 39
... hearts that had been desolate for fifteen long years were again filled with joy . The night sped quickly by in tender conversation , and when morning came , all the dead mounted into their chariots and disappeared . Those who had come ...
... hearts that had been desolate for fifteen long years were again filled with joy . The night sped quickly by in tender conversation , and when morning came , all the dead mounted into their chariots and disappeared . Those who had come ...
الصفحة 41
... by Satyavan , Fixing its gaze upon him . At the sight The fearful Princess started to her feet . Heedfully laying on the grass his head , Up started she , with beating heart , and joined THE STORY OF THE MAHÂ - BHÂRATA . 41.
... by Satyavan , Fixing its gaze upon him . At the sight The fearful Princess started to her feet . Heedfully laying on the grass his head , Up started she , with beating heart , and joined THE STORY OF THE MAHÂ - BHÂRATA . 41.
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Achilles Æneas Æneid Arjuna armor arms battle Beatrice beautiful Beowulf Bhima blood Bradamant brother Brunhild Charlemagne Christian cried Dante daughter death deeds divine DIVINE COMEDY Draupadi earth epic eyes father fear fell fire flames fled forest Gama glory gold Greeks Grendel grief Günther Hagan hand harp hast hastened hath heard heart Heaven Hector Hell hero Hrothgar Iliad Ilmarinen Jerusalem Delivered Kalevala Kauravas king Kriemhild land lord Louhi Lusiad maid maiden mighty Moors mother night noble o'er Olivier Orlando palace Pallas Pandavas Paradise Paradise Lost Patroclus poem poet Pohyola prince queen rage Raja Rama Rinaldo Rogero Roland Rollánd rose Rüdeger Rustem Satan sent Siegfried slain slay slew song Song of Roland soul spake spirit steed stood story suitors sword tears Telemachus thee thou throne took Translation Trojans Troy Turnus Ulysses Vergil Wainamoinen warriors wife youth Yudhi-sthira Zerbino
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الصفحة 381 - Is this the region, this the soil, the clime," Said then the lost Archangel, " this the seat That we must change for Heaven? — this mournful gloom For that celestial light ? Be...
الصفحة 383 - HAIL, holy Light, offspring of Heaven first-born! Or of the Eternal coeternal beam May I express thee unblamed? since God is light, And never but in unapproached light Dwelt from eternity...
الصفحة 381 - Hail, horrors ! hail, Infernal World ! and thou, profoundest Hell, Receive thy new possessor — one who brings A mind not to be changed by place or time. The mind is its own place, and in itself Can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven.
الصفحة 383 - And feel thy sovran vital lamp ; but thou Revisit'st not these eyes, that roll in vain To find thy piercing ray, and find no dawn ; So thick a drop serene hath quenched their orbs, Or dim suffusion veiled. Yet not the more Cease I to wander, where the Muses haunt « Clear spring, or shady grove, or sunny hill...
الصفحة 382 - Or in Valdarno, to descry new lands, Rivers, or mountains, in her spotty globe. His spear — to equal which the tallest pine Hewn on Norwegian hills, to be the mast Of some great Ammiral, were but a wand — He walked with, to support uneasy steps Over the burning marie, not like those steps On Heaven's azure ; and the torrid clime Smote on him sore besides, vaulted with fire.
الصفحة 381 - Almighty hath not built Here for his envy, will not drive us hence : Here we may reign secure, and, in my choice To reign is worth ambition, though in Hell : Better to reign in Hell than serve in Heaven...
الصفحة 398 - Meroe Nilotic isle, and more to west, The realm of Bocchus to the Blackmoor sea ; From the Asian kings and Parthian among these, From India, and the golden Chersonese, And utmost Indian isle, Taprobane, Dusk faces with white silken turbans wreathed ; From Gallia, Gades, and the British west ; Germans, and Scythians, and Sarmatians, north Beyond Danubius to the Tauric pool.
الصفحة 397 - From cold septentrion blasts ; thence in the midst Divided by a river, of whose banks On each side an imperial city stood, With towers and temples proudly elevate On seven small hills, with palaces adorned,, Porches and theatres, baths, aqueducts, Statues and trophies, and triumphal arcs, Gardens and groves, presented to his eyes...
الصفحة 384 - Thus with the year Seasons return; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine...
الصفحة 382 - He scarce had ceased when the superior Fiend Was moving toward the shore ; his ponderous shield, Ethereal temper, massy, large, and round, Behind him cast. The broad circumference Hung on his shoulders like the moon, whose orb Through optic glass the Tuscan artist views At evening, from the top of Fesole, Or in Valdarno, to descry new lands, 290 Rivers, or mountains, in her spotty globe.