Twelve Centuries of English Poetry and ProseAlphonso Gerald Newcomer, Alice Ebba Andrews Scott, Foresman, 1910 - 756 páginas |
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... thine own people , a help unto warriors . Not so was Heremod1 to Ecgwela's children , the noble Scyldings ; he throve not for their weal , but for their slaughter , 1711 and for a death - plague to the folk of the Danes . In angry mood ...
... thine own people , a help unto warriors . Not so was Heremod1 to Ecgwela's children , the noble Scyldings ; he throve not for their weal , but for their slaughter , 1711 and for a death - plague to the folk of the Danes . In angry mood ...
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... thine advice . It is well done , said Merlin , that ye take a wife , for a man of your bounty2 and noblesse should not be without a wife . Now is there any that ye love more than another ? Yea , said King Arthur , I love Guenever the ...
... thine advice . It is well done , said Merlin , that ye take a wife , for a man of your bounty2 and noblesse should not be without a wife . Now is there any that ye love more than another ? Yea , said King Arthur , I love Guenever the ...
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... thine ar- mour , and enter into the first ship that thou shalt find . And when he heard these words he start up and saw great clearness about him . And then he lift up his hand and blessed him , 1 and so took his arms and made him ready ...
... thine ar- mour , and enter into the first ship that thou shalt find . And when he heard these words he start up and saw great clearness about him . And then he lift up his hand and blessed him , 1 and so took his arms and made him ready ...
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... thine armour , in whose service that thou art set . Then said Launcelot : Fair Father Jesu Christ , I thank thee of Thy great mercy that Thou reprovest me of my misdeed ; now see I well that ye hold me for your servant . Then took he ...
... thine armour , in whose service that thou art set . Then said Launcelot : Fair Father Jesu Christ , I thank thee of Thy great mercy that Thou reprovest me of my misdeed ; now see I well that ye hold me for your servant . Then took he ...
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... thine everlasting scrynes QUEENE OF ENGLAND , FRAUNCE , AND IRELAND , The antique rolles , which there lye hidden still , AND OF VIRGINIA , DEFENDOUR OF THE FAITH , & C . HER MOST HUMBLE SERVAUNT EDMUND SPENSER DOTH IN ALL HUMILITIE ...
... thine everlasting scrynes QUEENE OF ENGLAND , FRAUNCE , AND IRELAND , The antique rolles , which there lye hidden still , AND OF VIRGINIA , DEFENDOUR OF THE FAITH , & C . HER MOST HUMBLE SERVAUNT EDMUND SPENSER DOTH IN ALL HUMILITIE ...
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arms beauty Beowulf breath called clouds dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth EVERYMAN eyes fair father Faustus fear fire flowers Geats glory gold grace Grendel hand hast hath head Healfdene hear heard heart heaven hell Heorot holy honour hour Hrothgar Hygelac king King Arthur knew lady Lady of Shalott land Leofric light live look Lord Mephistophilis mighty mind moon morning never night noble o'er Old Mortality once pain pass pleasure poem poet praise pray Ralph rest rose round Scyldings ship sing Sir Bedivere Sir Ector Sir Kay Sir Lucan sleep song soul sound spirit stars stood sweet sword tell thee thine things thou art thought unto voice waves whan wild wind wolde wonder words wyll
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Página 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
Página 220 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Página 436 - Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company! — To walk together to the kirk, And all together pray, While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends And youths and maidens gay!
Página 462 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand ; his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his drooped head sinks gradually low : And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower ; and now The arena swims around him ; he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hailed the wretch who won.
Página 479 - That orbed maiden with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, By the midnight breezes strewn ; And wherever the beat of her unseen feet, Which only the angels hear, May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer ; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees, When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent, Till the calm rivers, lakes, and seas, Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high,...
Página 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...
Página 257 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty ! thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair : thyself how wondrous then, Unspeakable ! who sitt'st above these heavens To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works ; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine. Speak, ye who best can tell, ye sons of light, Angels : for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night Circle his throne rejoicing ; ye in heaven, On earth join all ye creatures...
Página 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. 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...
Página 430 - The Sun now rose upon the right Out of the sea came he, Still hid in mist, and on the left Went down into the sea. And the good south wind still blew behind, But no sweet bird did follow, Nor any day, for food or play, Came to the mariners...
Página 443 - River where ford there was none: But ere he alighted at Netherby gate The bride had consented, the gallant came late: For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.