Twelve Centuries of English Poetry and ProseAlphonso Gerald Newcomer Scott, Foresman, 1910 - 756 стор. |
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... unto him who after his death - day may seek the Lord , and win to peace in his Father's bosom . 180 IV . BEOWULF'S RESOLVE 190 So Healfdene's son on sorrow brooded ; for all his wisdom the hero could not avert the evil ; that strife was ...
... unto him who after his death - day may seek the Lord , and win to peace in his Father's bosom . 180 IV . BEOWULF'S RESOLVE 190 So Healfdene's son on sorrow brooded ; for all his wisdom the hero could not avert the evil ; that strife was ...
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... Unto earth's dwellers that was the grandest of houses ' neath heav'n , where the ruler abode ; 310 the light of it shone over many lands . To them then the warrior pointed out clearly the proud one's court , that they might thither take ...
... Unto earth's dwellers that was the grandest of houses ' neath heav'n , where the ruler abode ; 310 the light of it shone over many lands . To them then the warrior pointed out clearly the proud one's court , that they might thither take ...
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... unto the Geats gratuitously- were wont to say of him , the war - famed , that he the might of thirty men has in his hand - grip . Holy God hath in his mercies sent him to us , to the West Danes , as I hope , ' gainst Grendel's horror ...
... unto the Geats gratuitously- were wont to say of him , the war - famed , that he the might of thirty men has in his hand - grip . Holy God hath in his mercies sent him to us , to the West Danes , as I hope , ' gainst Grendel's horror ...
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... unto hardship , had for companions sorrow and longing , the winter's cold sting , woe upon woe , what time Nithhad laid sore need on him . Withering sinew - wounds ! Ill - starred man ! 6 That was o'erpassed ; this may pass also . On ...
... unto hardship , had for companions sorrow and longing , the winter's cold sting , woe upon woe , what time Nithhad laid sore need on him . Withering sinew - wounds ! Ill - starred man ! 6 That was o'erpassed ; this may pass also . On ...
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... unto good works , as a bird , when it would fly , moveth its wings . Also the true anchoresses , whom we compare to birds , yet not we , but God- spread their wings and make a cross of them- selves , as a bird doth when it flieth ; that ...
... unto good works , as a bird , when it would fly , moveth its wings . Also the true anchoresses , whom we compare to birds , yet not we , but God- spread their wings and make a cross of them- selves , as a bird doth when it flieth ; that ...
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Twelve Centuries of English Poetry and Prose Alphonso Gerald Newcomer,Alice Ebba Andrews Повний перегляд - 1910 |
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Сторінка 144 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed, whereon it must expire, Consumed with that...
Сторінка 457 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips - 'The foe! they come! they come!' And wild and high the 'Cameron's gathering
Сторінка 577 - Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Сторінка 463 - twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Сторінка 427 - 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.
Сторінка 416 - These beauteous forms Through a long absence, have not been to me As is a landscape to a blind man's eye : But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart...
Сторінка 357 - The notice which you have been pleased to take of my labours, had it been early, had been kind; but it has been delayed till I am indifferent, and cannot enjoy it; till I am solitary and cannot impart it; till I am known, and do not want it.
Сторінка 417 - As have no slight or trivial influence On that best portion of a good man's life, — His little, nameless, unremembered acts Of kindness and of love. Nor less, I trust, To them I may have owed another gift.
Сторінка 426 - O joy! that in our embers Is something that doth live, That nature yet remembers What was so fugitive! The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction: not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest — Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering...
Сторінка 578 - Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down : It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Tho' much is taken, much abides ; and tho' We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven ; that which we are, we are ; One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.