British Poems, from "Canterbury Tales" to "Recessional"C. Scribner's sons, 1912 - 537 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 7
... strete men mighten ride or wende For it was free , and open at eyther ende . 44 heed 45 contemptuous . 46 overbearing . 47 haughty . 48 over fine . A litel scole of Cristen folk ther stood Doun at GEOFFREY CHAUCER 7 The Prioresses Tale.
... strete men mighten ride or wende For it was free , and open at eyther ende . 44 heed 45 contemptuous . 46 overbearing . 47 haughty . 48 over fine . A litel scole of Cristen folk ther stood Doun at GEOFFREY CHAUCER 7 The Prioresses Tale.
الصفحة 8
A litel scole of Cristen folk ther stood Doun at the ferther ende , in which ther were Children an heep , y - comen of Cristen blood , That lernèd in that scole yeer by yere , Swiche manere doctrine as men used there : This is to seyn ...
A litel scole of Cristen folk ther stood Doun at the ferther ende , in which ther were Children an heep , y - comen of Cristen blood , That lernèd in that scole yeer by yere , Swiche manere doctrine as men used there : This is to seyn ...
الصفحة 47
... stood War , in glittering arms yclad , With visage grim , stern looks , and blackly hued ; In his right hand a naked sword he had , That to the hilts was all with blood imbrued ; And in his left ( that kings and kingdoms rued ) Famine ...
... stood War , in glittering arms yclad , With visage grim , stern looks , and blackly hued ; In his right hand a naked sword he had , That to the hilts was all with blood imbrued ; And in his left ( that kings and kingdoms rued ) Famine ...
الصفحة 56
... stood amazèd still , Their wondring eyes to fill . Them seemd they never saw a sight so fayre , Of fowles so lovely , that they sure did deeme Them heavenly borne , or to be that same payre Which through the skie draw Venus silver teeme ...
... stood amazèd still , Their wondring eyes to fill . Them seemd they never saw a sight so fayre , Of fowles so lovely , that they sure did deeme Them heavenly borne , or to be that same payre Which through the skie draw Venus silver teeme ...
الصفحة 61
... stood open wide : Yet charge of them was to a porter hight Cald Malvenù ; who entrance none denide : Thence to the hall , which was on every side With rich array and costly arras dight : Infinite sorts EDMUND SPENSER 61.
... stood open wide : Yet charge of them was to a porter hight Cald Malvenù ; who entrance none denide : Thence to the hall , which was on every side With rich array and costly arras dight : Infinite sorts EDMUND SPENSER 61.
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AE FOND KISS Antistrophe ARTEMIDORA auld lang syne beauty beneath bird blow Bonny Dundee breast breath bright Camelot cloud cold dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth eternal Excalibur eyes face fair fear flowers glory golden gone grave green grief Grongar Hill hair hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven hill HOUNDS OF SPRING hour King King Arthur kiss Lady Lady of Shalott land leaves light live look Lord love's lute Lycidas lyre moon ne'er never night o'er once pain pale praise pride rose round Samian wine shade shore sigh sight silent sing Sir Bedivere sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars stood stream sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought thro tree twas unto voice wave weep wild wind wings youth
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الصفحة 470 - One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, Never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, Sleep to wake. No, at noonday in the bustle of man's work-time Greet the unseen with a cheer ! Bid him forward, breast and back as either should be, " Strive and thrive ! " cry " Speed, — fight on, fare ever There as here...
الصفحة 312 - 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...
الصفحة 387 - Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed: And on the pedestal these words appear : 'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair !
الصفحة 153 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That had'st thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired : Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die ! that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee, —...
الصفحة 390 - Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then, as I am listening now.
الصفحة 101 - CXLVI. Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, Fool'd by those rebel powers that thee array, Why dost thou pine within, and suffer dearth, Painting thy outward walls so costly gay ? Why so large cost, having so short a lease, Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend ? Shall worms, inheritors of this excess, Eat up thy charge ? Is this thy body's end ? Then, soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss, And let that pine to aggravate thy store ; Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross ; Within be fed,...
الصفحة 341 - O Wedding-Guest! this soul hath been Alone on a wide, wide sea; So lonely 'twas, that God himself Scarce seemed there to be. O sweeter than the marriage-feast, '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! Farewell, farewell! but this I tell To thee, thou Wedding-Guest!
الصفحة 528 - If, drunk with sight of power, we loose. Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe. Such boastings as the Gentiles use. Or lesser breeds without the Law — Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget — lest we forget! For heathen heart that puts her trust In reeking tube and iron shard, All valiant dust that builds on dust, And guarding, calls not Thee to guard, For frantic boast and foolish word — Thy mercy on Thy People, Lord!
الصفحة 308 - Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair ; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn ; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay. I saw her upon nearer view, A Spirit, yet a Woman too ! Her household motions light and free, And steps of virgin-liberty ; A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet ; A Creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food ; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses,...
الصفحة 248 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their team afield...