Readings in English LiteratureRoy Bennett Pace Allyn and Bacon, 1917 - 512 стор. |
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... live . He sette nat his benefice to hyre , 150 And leet his sheep encombred in the myre , And ran to London , un - to sëynt Poules , To seken him a chaunterie for soules , was large , and the houses were far apart ; but neither for rain ...
... live . He sette nat his benefice to hyre , 150 And leet his sheep encombred in the myre , And ran to London , un - to sëynt Poules , To seken him a chaunterie for soules , was large , and the houses were far apart ; but neither for rain ...
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... live and dyen ech of hem , for other , As though he were his owene y - boren brother . " By Saint Mary , " said this taverner , " the child speaks truth ; for he hath slain this year , in a large village about a mile hence , both man ...
... live and dyen ech of hem , for other , As though he were his owene y - boren brother . " By Saint Mary , " said this taverner , " the child speaks truth ; for he hath slain this year , in a large village about a mile hence , both man ...
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... live so long at so great an age ? " This old man looked in his face , and said , “ Because even if I walk to India I can not find in city or village a man who is willing to exchange his youth for my old age ; and therefore 80 85 90 90 ...
... live so long at so great an age ? " This old man looked in his face , and said , “ Because even if I walk to India I can not find in city or village a man who is willing to exchange his youth for my old age ; and therefore 80 85 90 90 ...
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... live a jolly , mirthful life ; and let us spend it as freely as it has come . Eh ! God's precious dignity ! who would have thought this morning that we should be so lucky ? But if this gold could be carried Hoom to myn hous , or elles ...
... live a jolly , mirthful life ; and let us spend it as freely as it has come . Eh ! God's precious dignity ! who would have thought this morning that we should be so lucky ? But if this gold could be carried Hoom to myn hous , or elles ...
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Сторінка 245 - 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...
Сторінка 91 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope. With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising. Haply I think on thee...
Сторінка 240 - Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced, but they Outdid the sparkling waves in glee. A poet could not but be gay In such a jocund company; I gazed and gazed, but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought.
Сторінка 262 - 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?
Сторінка 259 - O WILD West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being,. Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing. Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou, Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed...
Сторінка 217 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Сторінка 422 - SUNSET and evening star, And one clear call for me. And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark: And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For tho...
Сторінка 217 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite tree ; Another came : nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he : The next, with dirges due in sad array Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne, — Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Сторінка 217 - For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, 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...
Сторінка 244 - EARTH has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at his own sweet will:...