English Prose and Poetry (1137-1892)Ginn, 1916 - 792 من الصفحات |
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... feel The dent of myne honde . " 164 Aylbrus wende hire fro ; Horn in halle fond he tho 10 Bifore the kyng on benche Wyn for to schenche . " 388 Wine his thirst to quench . " Horn , " quath he , " so hende , 12 The blow my hand shall ...
... feel The dent of myne honde . " 164 Aylbrus wende hire fro ; Horn in halle fond he tho 10 Bifore the kyng on benche Wyn for to schenche . " 388 Wine his thirst to quench . " Horn , " quath he , " so hende , 12 The blow my hand shall ...
الصفحة 15
... feel more like spitting 8 9 screeching swollen 16 because of 17 longer wait 20 23 18 waited till 19 no 21 nigh 22 breath choked cannot threw 24 how does it seem 25 thinkest 26 46 47 • 27 though 31 causest 32 it happen 37 entation ugly ...
... feel more like spitting 8 9 screeching swollen 16 because of 17 longer wait 20 23 18 waited till 19 no 21 nigh 22 breath choked cannot threw 24 how does it seem 25 thinkest 26 46 47 • 27 though 31 causest 32 it happen 37 entation ugly ...
الصفحة 18
... must a lion went with them also 30 leopards 34 she 35 36 44 doubt , fear terror show , feel 38 re- gard 39 of 40 to 41 both 42 with 43 45 shall 46 together were country An ende , ne werie 2 mon [ robe ] 18 CURSOR MUNDI.
... must a lion went with them also 30 leopards 34 she 35 36 44 doubt , fear terror show , feel 38 re- gard 39 of 40 to 41 both 42 with 43 45 shall 46 together were country An ende , ne werie 2 mon [ robe ] 18 CURSOR MUNDI.
الصفحة 99
... feel it sitting in thy mind . Mad , if ye list to continue your sore , Let present pass and gape on time to come , And dip yourself in travail more and more . Henceforth , my Poines , this shall be all and some , These wretched fools ...
... feel it sitting in thy mind . Mad , if ye list to continue your sore , Let present pass and gape on time to come , And dip yourself in travail more and more . Henceforth , my Poines , this shall be all and some , These wretched fools ...
الصفحة 122
... love - acquainted eyes Can judge of love , thou feel'st a lover's case , I read it in thy looks ; thy languished grace , 1 force 2 far - fetched 3 feeling Cupid To me , that feel the like , thy state 122 SIR PHILIP SIDNEY.
... love - acquainted eyes Can judge of love , thou feel'st a lover's case , I read it in thy looks ; thy languished grace , 1 force 2 far - fetched 3 feeling Cupid To me , that feel the like , thy state 122 SIR PHILIP SIDNEY.
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الصفحة 447 - 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...
الصفحة 450 - 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!
الصفحة 210 - I know they are as lively, and as vigorously productive, as those fabulous dragon's teeth ; and being sown up and down, may chance to spring up armed men. And yet, on the other hand, unless wariness be used, as good almost kill a man as kill a good book. Who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image ; but he who destroys a good book, kills reason itself, kills the image of God, as it were in the eye.
الصفحة 551 - ... 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...
الصفحة 475 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that oft-times hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
الصفحة 463 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one!
الصفحة 393 - The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction: not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest, Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast: — Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise...
الصفحة 476 - To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease ; For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
الصفحة 551 - And his low head and crest, just one sharp ear bent back For my voice, and the other pricked out on his track, And one eye's black intelligence — ever that glance O'er its white edge at me, his own master, askance; And the thick heavy spume-flakes, which aye and anon His fierce lips shook upwards in galloping on. By Hasselt, Dirck groaned; and cried Joris, "Stay spur! Your Roos galloped bravely, the fault's not in her; "We'll remember at Aix...
الصفحة 402 - The Sun now rose upon the right : Out of the sea came he, Still hid in mist, and on the left Went down into the sea. And the good south wind still blew behind, But no sweet bird did follow, Nor any day for food or play Came to the mariners...