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الصفحة xviii
... Thou Winter Wind , " from " As You Like It " : " Under the Greenwood Tree , " from " As You Like It . " - Ben Jonson's " Song to Celia . " - Burns's " Scots Wha Hae Wi ' Wal- lace Bled . " " John Anderson , " and " Ae Fond Kiss ...
... Thou Winter Wind , " from " As You Like It " : " Under the Greenwood Tree , " from " As You Like It . " - Ben Jonson's " Song to Celia . " - Burns's " Scots Wha Hae Wi ' Wal- lace Bled . " " John Anderson , " and " Ae Fond Kiss ...
الصفحة 14
... Thou art the last left of our own kindred Of the Wacgmundings . Weird carried away all Of mine own kinsmen at the time appointed , Earls in their strength : I shall go after them . " That was to the aged the very last word In his breast ...
... Thou art the last left of our own kindred Of the Wacgmundings . Weird carried away all Of mine own kinsmen at the time appointed , Earls in their strength : I shall go after them . " That was to the aged the very last word In his breast ...
الصفحة 18
... thou hast led the unfaltering feet Of even thy meanest heroes down to 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 ...
... thou hast led the unfaltering feet Of even thy meanest heroes down to 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 ...
الصفحة 26
... thou be swift to speed as thou hast said , And seek , in ail good faith , until thy search be sped , E'en as thou here didst swear , in hearing of these knights— To the Green Chapel come , I charge thee now aright . The blow thou hast ...
... thou be swift to speed as thou hast said , And seek , in ail good faith , until thy search be sped , E'en as thou here didst swear , in hearing of these knights— To the Green Chapel come , I charge thee now aright . The blow thou hast ...
الصفحة 45
... thou hast a wife , The happiest draught thou hast drank this day That ever thou didst in thy life . " Or has thy good woman , if one thou hast 25 Ever here in Cornwall been ? For an if she have , I'll venture my life She has drunk of ...
... thou hast a wife , The happiest draught thou hast drank this day That ever thou didst in thy life . " Or has thy good woman , if one thou hast 25 Ever here in Cornwall been ? For an if she have , I'll venture my life She has drunk of ...
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Alfred Noyes Alfred Tennyson American American American Anstruther Aylmer Barsad Beowulf British British British Carton chapter character Charles Charles Darnay Comus Darnay dead dear death Defarge doth drama earth Elegy England English epic Essay Exeunt eyes father Faustus fear Georgiana Ghost give Guildenstern Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven Henry Henry Van Dyke Horatio Imitation ballad John John Ruskin King Kipling Lady Laer Laertes literature live look lord Lycidas MacLaurin Madame Defarge madness Markheim metrical romance Metrical tale mind Miscellaneous lit never night novel Ophelia Percy MacKaye play poem poetry Polonius prisoner prose Queen Rosencrantz Rudyard Kipling scene Shakespeare Short-story Short-story Simple lyric sing Song Sonnet soul speech spirit Stevenson story Stryver SUGGESTIONS TO STUDENTS sweet tell Tennyson thee things thou thought Wilkins-Freeman William Vaughn Moody wind
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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!