English Poetry (1170-1892).Ginn, 1907 - 580 páginas |
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... blood was in his dominacioun ; " Cherissheth blood , natures frend , " quod he . They thanken him galpinge , 17 by two , by thre , And every wyght gan drawe him to his reste , 355 As Slepe hem bad ; 18 they toke it for the beste . Her ...
... blood was in his dominacioun ; " Cherissheth blood , natures frend , " quod he . They thanken him galpinge , 17 by two , by thre , And every wyght gan drawe him to his reste , 355 As Slepe hem bad ; 18 they toke it for the beste . Her ...
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... blood , Til wel ny is she fallen fro the tree . 420 425 431 435 This faire kinges doughter , Canacee , That on hir finger bar the queynte ring , Thurgh which she understood wel every thing That any foul may in his ledene 10 seyn , And ...
... blood , Til wel ny is she fallen fro the tree . 420 425 431 435 This faire kinges doughter , Canacee , That on hir finger bar the queynte ring , Thurgh which she understood wel every thing That any foul may in his ledene 10 seyn , And ...
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... blood ne may hem bynde . 620 So ferde this tercelet , allas the day ! Though he were gentil born , and fresh and gay , And goodly for to seen , and humble and free , He sey up - on a tyme a kyte flee , 575 And sodeynly he loved this ...
... blood ne may hem bynde . 620 So ferde this tercelet , allas the day ! Though he were gentil born , and fresh and gay , And goodly for to seen , and humble and free , He sey up - on a tyme a kyte flee , 575 And sodeynly he loved this ...
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... blood and bone ; 7 the wear chosen owt of shyars thre . This begane on a Monday at morn , in Cheviat the hillys so he ; " The chylde may rue that ys unborn , it wos the more pittë . 5. The dryvars thorowe the woodës went , for to reas ...
... blood and bone ; 7 the wear chosen owt of shyars thre . This begane on a Monday at morn , in Cheviat the hillys so he ; " The chylde may rue that ys unborn , it wos the more pittë . 5. The dryvars thorowe the woodës went , for to reas ...
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... blood the 10 wear wete . 190 1 liver • more 2 both 3 7 saw 8 drew 4 grasped stopped • set 10 they 5 ceased 47. Ther was never a freake wone foot wolde fle , but still in stour dyd stand , Heawyng on yche othar , whylle the 1 myghte dre ...
... blood the 10 wear wete . 190 1 liver • more 2 both 3 7 saw 8 drew 4 grasped stopped • set 10 they 5 ceased 47. Ther was never a freake wone foot wolde fle , but still in stour dyd stand , Heawyng on yche othar , whylle the 1 myghte dre ...
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Página 385 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, •To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean— roll!
Página 459 - Death closes all: but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods. The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks: The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, 'Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths 60 Of all the western stars, until I die.
Página 476 - ... rim. Then I cast loose my buffcoat, each holster let fall, Shook off both my jack-boots, let go belt and all, Stood up in the stirrup, leaned, patted his ear, Called my Roland his pet-name, my horse without peer ; Clapped my hands, laughed and sang, any noise, bad or good, Till at length into Aix Roland galloped and stood. And all I remember is, friends flocking round As I sat with his head 'twixt my knees on the ground; And no voice but was praising this Roland of mine, As I poured down his...
Página 385 - Thy waters washed them power while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: not so thou, Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play; Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow; Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.
Página 408 - He is made one with Nature: there is heard His voice in all her music, from the moan Of thunder, to the song of night's sweet bird; He is a presence to be felt and known In darkness and in light, from herb and stone, Spreading itself where'er that Power may move Which has withdrawn his being to its own; Which wields the world with never-wearied love, Sustains it from beneath, and kindles it above.
Página 434 - Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, — I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life! - and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
Página 340 - Which we are toiling all our lives to find, In darkness lost, the darkness of the grave; Thou, over whom thy Immortality Broods like the Day, a Master o'er a Slave, A Presence which is not to be put by...
Página 356 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day. We stuck, nor breath nor motion ; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean. Water, water, everywhere, And all the boards did shrink: Water, water, everywhere, Nor any drop to drink.
Página 121 - Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part! Nay, I have done. You get no more of me! And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free. Shake hands for ever! Cancel all our vows! And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain. Now at the last gasp of Love's latest breath, When, his pulse failing, Passion speechless lies, When Faith is kneeling by his bed of death, And Innocence is closing up his...