English Prose and Verse from Beowulf to StevensonHenry Spackman Pancoast H. Holt, 1915 - 816 من الصفحات |
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... soul departed To find the reward of the faithful and true . CÆDMON'S HYMN ( c . 670 ) ( Translated by P. V. D. ... souls . 448 1 The Exodus , a poem of 589 lines , is the oldest extant epic of a series on Biblical subjects , written ...
... soul departed To find the reward of the faithful and true . CÆDMON'S HYMN ( c . 670 ) ( Translated by P. V. D. ... souls . 448 1 The Exodus , a poem of 589 lines , is the oldest extant epic of a series on Biblical subjects , written ...
الصفحة 11
... soul may be . 15 So , far from my fatherland , and mine own good kinsmen free , I must bind my heart in fetters , for long , ah ! long ago , The earth's cold darkness covered my giver of gold brought low ; And I , sore stricken and ...
... soul may be . 15 So , far from my fatherland , and mine own good kinsmen free , I must bind my heart in fetters , for long , ah ! long ago , The earth's cold darkness covered my giver of gold brought low ; And I , sore stricken and ...
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... soul of the sea - weary Hunger assailed . Knows not he who finds happiest Home upon earth How I lived through long winter In labour and care , On the icy - cold ocean , An exile from joy , Cut off from dear kindred , Encompassed with ...
... soul of the sea - weary Hunger assailed . Knows not he who finds happiest Home upon earth How I lived through long winter In labour and care , On the icy - cold ocean , An exile from joy , Cut off from dear kindred , Encompassed with ...
الصفحة 13
... soul to depart . Therefore for each of the earls , Of those who shall afterwards name them , This is best laud from ... soul to depart , That the home of the strangers Far hence I may seek . There is no man among us So proud in his mind ...
... soul to depart . Therefore for each of the earls , Of those who shall afterwards name them , This is best laud from ... soul to depart , That the home of the strangers Far hence I may seek . There is no man among us So proud in his mind ...
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... soul of his father , who forth him broughtė , For the soul of his mother , who made him a man , And for his own soul , so that better befall it . Amen . the legendary history of Britain , based largely on the Brut of the Anglo - Norman ...
... soul of his father , who forth him broughtė , For the soul of his mother , who made him a man , And for his own soul , so that better befall it . Amen . the legendary history of Britain , based largely on the Brut of the Anglo - Norman ...
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الصفحة 429 - Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, 'Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
الصفحة 306 - Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And without sneering, teach the rest to sneer; Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike, Just hint a fault and hesitate dislike...
الصفحة 521 - I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain, when with never a stain The pavilion of Heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams Build up the blue dome of air, 80 ••I silently laugh at my own cenotaph.
الصفحة 494 - Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover! A savage place! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover! And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething, As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing, A...
الصفحة 494 - Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me, That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome ! those caves of ice ! And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware ! Beware ! His flashing eyes, his floating hair ! Weave a circle round him thrice, And close your eyes with holy dread, For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise.
الصفحة 480 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower ; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind...
الصفحة 497 - I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied : Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide ; And now am I come, with this lost love of mine To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland, more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar...
الصفحة 509 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord!
الصفحة 163 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
الصفحة 519 - Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth! And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind! Be through my lips to unawakened earth The trumpet of a prophecy ! O, Wind, If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?