English Prose and Verse from Beowulf to StevensonHenry Spackman Pancoast H. Holt, 1915 - 816 |
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Strona 8
... unto death . As I leave my life the Lord may not charge me With killing of kinsmen . Now quickly go , Wiglaf beloved , to look at the hoard , Where hidden it rests ' neath the hoary rock . For the worm lies still , put asleep by his ...
... unto death . As I leave my life the Lord may not charge me With killing of kinsmen . Now quickly go , Wiglaf beloved , to look at the hoard , Where hidden it rests ' neath the hoary rock . For the worm lies still , put asleep by his ...
Strona 19
... unto the third hour . From the third 40 hour we walked with the relics of the saints , as the custom of the day demanded . One of us remained with him , who said to him , " There is yet one chapter lacking . Does it not seem hard that ...
... unto the third hour . From the third 40 hour we walked with the relics of the saints , as the custom of the day demanded . One of us remained with him , who said to him , " There is yet one chapter lacking . Does it not seem hard that ...
Strona 21
... unto me . Now no man , as thou knowest , can get full play for his natural gifts , nor conduct and administer government , unless he hath fit tools , and the raw material to work upon . By material I natural powers ; thus a king's raw ...
... unto me . Now no man , as thou knowest , can get full play for his natural gifts , nor conduct and administer government , unless he hath fit tools , and the raw material to work upon . By material I natural powers ; thus a king's raw ...
Strona 22
... unto all things their shape . Now some things in this world are subject to Fate , others are in no way subject ; but Fate , and the things that are subject to her , are sub- 35 confounded and afflicted both in mind and in ject to divine ...
... unto all things their shape . Now some things in this world are subject to Fate , others are in no way subject ; but Fate , and the things that are subject to her , are sub- 35 confounded and afflicted both in mind and in ject to divine ...
Strona 28
... unto it , With heart should truly believe , With tongue should ever tell of it , In deed should follow it , 35 There's none so rich , nor none so free , But that he soon shall hence away . Nothing may ever his warrant be , Gold , nor ...
... unto it , With heart should truly believe , With tongue should ever tell of it , In deed should follow it , 35 There's none so rich , nor none so free , But that he soon shall hence away . Nothing may ever his warrant be , Gold , nor ...
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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?