Readings in English LiteratureRoy Bennett Pace Allyn and Bacon, 1917 - 512 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 72
... feel'st a lover's case ; I read it in thy looks : thy languished grace To me , that feel the like , thy state descries . Then , even of fellowship , O Moon , tell me 20 20 25 Is constant love deemed there but want of wit ? Are beauties ...
... feel'st a lover's case ; I read it in thy looks : thy languished grace To me , that feel the like , thy state descries . Then , even of fellowship , O Moon , tell me 20 20 25 Is constant love deemed there but want of wit ? Are beauties ...
الصفحة 121
... feel sometimes a hell within my self ; Lucifer keeps his court in my breast , Legion is revived in me . There are as many hells , as Anaxagoras conceited worlds . more than one hell in Magdalene , when there were seven devils , for ...
... feel sometimes a hell within my self ; Lucifer keeps his court in my breast , Legion is revived in me . There are as many hells , as Anaxagoras conceited worlds . more than one hell in Magdalene , when there were seven devils , for ...
الصفحة 139
... feeling the terrible con- vulsion , supposed at first that nature was approaching to her final dissolution ; or else , that Beelzebub , with all his legions , was come to revenge the death of many thousands of his 25 subjects , whom ...
... feeling the terrible con- vulsion , supposed at first that nature was approaching to her final dissolution ; or else , that Beelzebub , with all his legions , was come to revenge the death of many thousands of his 25 subjects , whom ...
الصفحة 156
... feel myself carried with a mighty force and swiftness towards the shore a very great way ; but I held my breath , and as- sisted myself to swim still forward with all my might . I was ready to burst with holding my breath , when , as I ...
... feel myself carried with a mighty force and swiftness towards the shore a very great way ; but I held my breath , and as- sisted myself to swim still forward with all my might . I was ready to burst with holding my breath , when , as I ...
الصفحة 218
... feel for man ; the natural bond Of brotherhood is severed as the flax That falls asunder at the touch of fire . He finds his fellow guilty of a skin Not colored like his own , and , having power To enforce the wrong , for such a worthy ...
... feel for man ; the natural bond Of brotherhood is severed as the flax That falls asunder at the touch of fire . He finds his fellow guilty of a skin Not colored like his own , and , having power To enforce the wrong , for such a worthy ...
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auld lang syne beauty Ben Jonson Beowulf Boswell breath called cloud dark dead death delight doth dream earth English eyes fair father fire flowers Gawain give green hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven Henry of Navarre honor Jacob's Island James Boswell Johnson Kemp Owyne King L'Allegro lady live look Lord Lord Randal Lucy Lycidas Maggie man's Master Copperfield means Micawber mind morning mother nature never night o'er pleasure poem poet poetry Ring Robin Hood's Death round Rustum shal sing Sir Ector Sir Kay sleep smile Sohrab song Sonnet soul spirit stars sweet sword Tamburlaine tell thee thine things thou art thought tion truth turn Uriah Uriah Heep voice wind wings word writing young youth
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الصفحة 245 - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power. Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart : Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea : Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou...
الصفحة 91 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope. With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising. Haply I think on thee...
الصفحة 240 - 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. The waves beside them danced, but they Outdid the sparkling waves in glee. A poet could not but be gay In such a jocund company; I gazed and gazed, but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought.
الصفحة 262 - 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?
الصفحة 259 - 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...
الصفحة 217 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
الصفحة 422 - SUNSET and evening star, And one clear call for me. And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark: And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For tho...
الصفحة 217 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite tree ; Another came : nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he : The next, with dirges due in sad array Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne, — Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
الصفحة 217 - For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, 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 244 - EARTH has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at his own sweet will:...