Readings in English LiteratureRoy Bennett Pace Allyn and Bacon, 1917 - 512 стор. |
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... things and many precious stones , so great and so large , that men make of them vessels , as platters , dishes , and cups . And many other marvels be there , that it were too cumbrous and too 5 long to put it in scripture of books ; but ...
... things and many precious stones , so great and so large , that men make of them vessels , as platters , dishes , and cups . And many other marvels be there , that it were too cumbrous and too 5 long to put it in scripture of books ; but ...
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... thing of faerie . And after mid - day , they decrease and enter again into the earth , so 45 that at the going down of the sun they appear no more . And so they do , every day . And that is a great marvel . 5 10 15 GEOFFREY CHAUCER The ...
... thing of faerie . And after mid - day , they decrease and enter again into the earth , so 45 that at the going down of the sun they appear no more . And so they do , every day . And that is a great marvel . 5 10 15 GEOFFREY CHAUCER The ...
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... thing han suffisaunce . He could roast , and boil , and broil , and fry , make soups , and bake pies well . But it was great pity , as it seemed to me , that he had a bad sore on his shin ; he made minced chicken as well as the best ...
... thing han suffisaunce . He could roast , and boil , and broil , and fry , make soups , and bake pies well . But it was great pity , as it seemed to me , that he had a bad sore on his shin ; he made minced chicken as well as the best ...
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... things and then he taught . The words he picked up in the gospel ; and this figure of speech he added to it , that if gold rust , what shall iron do ? For if a priest be wicked , in whom we trust , it is no wonder if an ignorant man go ...
... things and then he taught . The words he picked up in the gospel ; and this figure of speech he added to it , that if gold rust , what shall iron do ? For if a priest be wicked , in whom we trust , it is no wonder if an ignorant man go ...
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... things , and said : " Now , sirs , you are welcome to me with all my heart ; for by my troth , I have not seen this year so merry a company in this inn at one time as now . I would gladly give you some pleasure if I knew how ; and I ...
... things , and said : " Now , sirs , you are welcome to me with all my heart ; for by my troth , I have not seen this year so merry a company in this inn at one time as now . I would gladly give you some pleasure if I knew how ; and I ...
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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:...