A Study of the Types of LiteratureCentury Company, 1921 - 542 من الصفحات |
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... Death " " Markheim . " - Maupassant's " The Piece of String . " - O Henry's " A Chaparral Christmas Gift . " - Some Short - Stories for Optional Readings . - Review of Prose Fiction . CHAPTER III . THE ORATION . Changing Ideals ...
... Death " " Markheim . " - Maupassant's " The Piece of String . " - O Henry's " A Chaparral Christmas Gift . " - Some Short - Stories for Optional Readings . - Review of Prose Fiction . CHAPTER III . THE ORATION . Changing Ideals ...
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... DEATH OF BEOWULF . 40 45 ( Fifty years after his fight with Grendel . ) " Now I for the hoard of jewels have paid Mine own aged life ; do ye now supply The needs of my people ; I may not longer be here . 1 Garnett's translation , lines ...
... DEATH OF BEOWULF . 40 45 ( Fifty years after his fight with Grendel . ) " Now I for the hoard of jewels have paid Mine own aged life ; do ye now supply The needs of my people ; I may not longer be here . 1 Garnett's translation , lines ...
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Mabel Irene Rich. Courtesy of G. P. Putnam's Sons . THE DEATH OF BEOWULF By John Pettie , R. A. THE VIGIL A step.
Mabel Irene Rich. Courtesy of G. P. Putnam's Sons . THE DEATH OF BEOWULF By John Pettie , R. A. THE VIGIL A step.
الصفحة 18
... death , 65 Lifted poor knights to many a great emprise , Taught them high thoughts , and though they kept their souls Lowly as little children , bidden them lift Eyes unappalled by all the myriad stars That wheel around the great white ...
... death , 65 Lifted poor knights to many a great emprise , Taught them high thoughts , and though they kept their souls Lowly as little children , bidden them lift Eyes unappalled by all the myriad stars That wheel around the great white ...
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... death - pale were they all ; They cried - La Belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee in thrall ! ' 40 " I saw their starved lips in the gloam With borrid warning gapèd wide , And I awoke and found me here On the cold hill's side . " And this is ...
... death - pale were they all ; They cried - La Belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee in thrall ! ' 40 " I saw their starved lips in the gloam With borrid warning gapèd wide , And I awoke and found me here On the cold hill's side . " And this is ...
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الصفحة 218 - O, there be players that I have seen play, and heard others praise, and that highly, not to speak it profanely, that neither having the accent of Christians nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
الصفحة 78 - O WILD West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou, Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air)...
الصفحة 231 - See what a grace was seated on this brow ; Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself, An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill ; A combination and a form indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
الصفحة 72 - As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief : A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong : The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep : No more shall grief of mine the season wrong...
الصفحة 113 - Who is Silvia ? what is she, That all our swains commend her? Holy, fair, and wise is she, The heaven such grace did lend her, That she might admired be.
الصفحة 124 - Haste thee Nymph, and bring with thee Jest and youthful Jollity, Quips and Cranks, and wanton Wiles, Nods, and Becks, and wreathed Smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek ; 30 Sport, that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
الصفحة 127 - And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce In notes, with many a winding bout Of link-ed sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed, and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running ; Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of Harmony : That Orpheus...
الصفحة 314 - Over my lady's wrist too much," or, " Paint Must never hope to reproduce the faint Half-flush that dies along her throat: " such stuff Was courtesy, she thought, and cause enough For calling up that spot of joy. She had A heart — how shall I say? — too soon made glad, Too easily impressed; she liked whate'er She looked on, and her looks went everywhere. Sir, 'twas all one!
الصفحة 75 - Nor man nor boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy ! Hence, in a season of calm weather, Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
الصفحة 80 - 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!