English Prose and Verse from Beowulf to StevensonHenry Spackman Pancoast H. Holt, 1915 - 816 |
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... body Of the goodliest thane that guarded with Hrothgar Heorot Hall , and the home of the king . The well - born hero held the trail ; Up rugged paths , o'er perilous ridges , Through passes narrow , an unknown way . 1410 By beetling ...
... body Of the goodliest thane that guarded with Hrothgar Heorot Hall , and the home of the king . The well - born hero held the trail ; Up rugged paths , o'er perilous ridges , Through passes narrow , an unknown way . 1410 By beetling ...
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... body she squatted enormous ; Unsheathed her hip - knife , shining and broad , Her son to avenge , her offspring sole . 1546 1550 But the close - linked corslet covered his breast , Foiled the stroke and saved his life . All had been ...
... body she squatted enormous ; Unsheathed her hip - knife , shining and broad , Her son to avenge , her offspring sole . 1546 1550 But the close - linked corslet covered his breast , Foiled the stroke and saved his life . All had been ...
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... body . 895 Eye hath not seen a sight more awful , To men shall appear no portent more dread : Sinners and saints in strange confusion , Mingled together shall mount from their graves , The bright and the black : for both shall arise ...
... body . 895 Eye hath not seen a sight more awful , To men shall appear no portent more dread : Sinners and saints in strange confusion , Mingled together shall mount from their graves , The bright and the black : for both shall arise ...
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... body , he chanted the Gloria Patri and other divine songs to the glory of God , and , his hands up- 30 lifted to the living God , he uttered thanks without ceasing . Know , dear brother , that I could record many things of him , but my ...
... body , he chanted the Gloria Patri and other divine songs to the glory of God , and , his hands up- 30 lifted to the living God , he uttered thanks without ceasing . Know , dear brother , that I could record many things of him , but my ...
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... bodies , or the divers wiles of evil spirits ; at one time through one of them , at another through all . But it is ... body . " That which we call Fate is , compared to divine Providence , what reflection and reason are when measured ...
... bodies , or the divers wiles of evil spirits ; at one time through one of them , at another through all . But it is ... body . " That which we call Fate is , compared to divine Providence , what reflection and reason are when measured ...
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Strona 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.
Strona 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...
Strona 521 - I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain, when with never a stain The pavilion of Heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams Build up the blue dome of air, 80 ••I silently laugh at my own cenotaph.
Strona 494 - Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover! A savage place! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover! And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething, As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing, A...
Strona 494 - Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me, That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome ! those caves of ice ! And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware ! Beware ! His flashing eyes, his floating hair ! Weave a circle round him thrice, And close your eyes with holy dread, For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise.
Strona 480 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower ; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind...
Strona 497 - I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied : Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide ; And now am I come, with this lost love of mine To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland, more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar...
Strona 509 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord!
Strona 163 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
Strona 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?