English Prose and Verse from Beowulf to StevensonHenry Spackman Pancoast H. Holt, 1915 - 816 páginas |
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... head in the haunted pool . Wan from its depths the waves are dashed , When wicked storms are stirred by the wind , And from sullen skies descends the rain . In thee is our hope of help once more . Not yet thou hast learned where leads ...
... head in the haunted pool . Wan from its depths the waves are dashed , When wicked storms are stirred by the wind , And from sullen skies descends the rain . In thee is our hope of help once more . Not yet thou hast learned where leads ...
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... head the hard - forged blade Its war - song vild . But the warrior found That his battle - flasher refused to bite , Or maim the foe . It failed its master 1520 1526 In the hour of need , though oft it had cloven Helmets , and carved ...
... head the hard - forged blade Its war - song vild . But the warrior found That his battle - flasher refused to bite , Or maim the foe . It failed its master 1520 1526 In the hour of need , though oft it had cloven Helmets , and carved ...
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... head of Grendel , They laid it in the hall , where the heroes were carousing , Right before the king , and right before the queen ; Gruesome was the sight that greeted the Danes . BEOWULF'S LAST FIGHT AND DEATH [ Beowulf left with the ...
... head of Grendel , They laid it in the hall , where the heroes were carousing , Right before the king , and right before the queen ; Gruesome was the sight that greeted the Danes . BEOWULF'S LAST FIGHT AND DEATH [ Beowulf left with the ...
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... head un - bowed , Famed for prowess far and wide , As a lion fierce and proud , Where is all thy mighty pride , And thy voice that rang so loud , Why dost thou there all naked bide , Stitched within that wretched shroud ? " Where is now ...
... head un - bowed , Famed for prowess far and wide , As a lion fierce and proud , Where is all thy mighty pride , And thy voice that rang so loud , Why dost thou there all naked bide , Stitched within that wretched shroud ? " Where is now ...
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... head on that selfsame hillock laid 1170 On that spot where my pearl into earth once strayed . Awe - strucken , silent , I sate alone , Then sighing deep to myself I said : " May the Prince's will in all be done . " THE SEASONS 1175 ...
... head on that selfsame hillock laid 1170 On that spot where my pearl into earth once strayed . Awe - strucken , silent , I sate alone , Then sighing deep to myself I said : " May the Prince's will in all be done . " THE SEASONS 1175 ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Allan-a-Dale Bargrave battle beauty behold Beowulf Binnorie Boethius breast breath called dark dead dear death delight doth dread Duke of Bedford earth England English eyes fair father fear fire flowers glory grace hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven holy honour hour king King Arthur lady land Layamon learning leave light live look Lord mind morning nature never night noble o'er pain pass pleasure poem poet poor praise pray pride prince quoth rich round Saladin Shakespeare sigh sight sing Sir Bedivere Sir Ector Sir Kay Sir Lucan Sir Mordred sleep song sorrow soul spirit sweet sword tears tell thee thine things thou art thought Timor Mortis conturbat tion Twas unto Veal ween weep wind wise words youth
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Página 429 - 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.
Página 511 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.— But hark!
Página 306 - Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And without sneering, teach the rest to sneer; Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike, Just hint a fault and hesitate dislike...
Página 483 - 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...
Página 462 - O ! may Heaven their simple lives prevent From luxury's contagion, weak and vile ! Then, howe'er crowns and coronets be rent, A virtuous populace may rise the while, And stand a wall of fire around their much-lov'd isle. 180 O Thou ! who pour'd the patriotic tide, That stream'd thro...
Página 519 - 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?
Página 520 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near.
Página 536 - No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him.
Página 480 - To live beneath your more habitual sway. I love the Brooks which down their channels fret, Even more than when I tripped lightly as they ; The innocent brightness of a new-born Day Is lovely yet ; The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality ; Another race hath been, and other palms are won.
Página 164 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...