Century Readings for a Course in English LiteratureJohn William Cunliffe, James Francis Augustin Pyre, Karl Young Century Company, 1911 - 1143 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 48
... breath grew strang , her hair grew lang , And twisted thrice about the tree , And all the people , far and near , Thought that a savage beast was she . 15 5. These news did come to Kemp Owyne , Where he lived , far beyond the sea ; 20 ...
... breath grew strang , her hair grew lang , And twisted thrice about the tree , And all the people , far and near , Thought that a savage beast was she . 15 5. These news did come to Kemp Owyne , Where he lived , far beyond the sea ; 20 ...
الصفحة 67
... breath : Small keep took he , whom Fortune frowned on , Or whom she lifted up into the throne Of high renown ; but , as a living death , So , dead alive , of life he drew the breath . The body's rest , the quiet of the heart , 285 The ...
... breath : Small keep took he , whom Fortune frowned on , Or whom she lifted up into the throne Of high renown ; but , as a living death , So , dead alive , of life he drew the breath . The body's rest , the quiet of the heart , 285 The ...
الصفحة 68
... breath : 335 For brief , the shape and messenger of Death . And fast by him pale Malady was placed , Sore sick in bed , her color all foregone , Bereft of stomach , savor , and of taste , Ne could she brook no meat , but broths alone ...
... breath : 335 For brief , the shape and messenger of Death . And fast by him pale Malady was placed , Sore sick in bed , her color all foregone , Bereft of stomach , savor , and of taste , Ne could she brook no meat , but broths alone ...
الصفحة 79
... breath of her mouth like the princely stag , the serpents that were engendered by the breath of the huge elephant , so that now all her enemies are as whist as the bird Attagen , who never singeth any tune after she is taken , nor they ...
... breath of her mouth like the princely stag , the serpents that were engendered by the breath of the huge elephant , so that now all her enemies are as whist as the bird Attagen , who never singeth any tune after she is taken , nor they ...
الصفحة 120
... breath , Was afterward , I know not how , convaid And fro me hid : of whose most innocent death 210 When tidings came to mee , unhappy maid , O how great sorrow my sad soule assaid ! Then forth I went his woefull corse to find , And ...
... breath , Was afterward , I know not how , convaid And fro me hid : of whose most innocent death 210 When tidings came to mee , unhappy maid , O how great sorrow my sad soule assaid ! Then forth I went his woefull corse to find , And ...
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Antistrophe beauty breath bright called Church Church of England clouds dark dead dear death deep delight Demogorgon doth dream earth eyes fair fear feel fire flowers Gawaine gentle give glory grace Guenever hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven honor hope hour king King Arthur lady land leave light live look Lord Lucan the Butler mind nature never night noble nymph o'er pain passed passion pleasure poems poet poetry praise rest Robin Hood round Samian wine Semichorus sigh sing Sir Bedivere Sir Ector Sir Launcelot Sir Lucan Sir Mordred sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit stars sweet tears tell thee ther thine things thought tion truth unto verse voice ween weep wind wings words wyllowe youth
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الصفحة 523 - I wandered lonely as a cloud" I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
الصفحة 608 - 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 150 - 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. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed, whereon it must expire, Consumed with that...
الصفحة 618 - I BRING fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
الصفحة 519 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The child is father of the man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
الصفحة 557 - Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail, Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail : And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever It flung up momently the sacred river. Five miles meandering with a mazy motion Through wood and dale the sacred river ran, Then reached the caverns measureless to man, And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean: And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far Ancestral voices prophesying war!
الصفحة 640 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine; Fast fading violets cover'd up in leaves; And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.
الصفحة 152 - s not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
الصفحة 608 - I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: 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 528 - Do take a sober coloring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality : Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, — To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.