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Chapters IV-VII Then were they condescended1 that King Arthur and Sir Mordred
* should meet betwixt both their hosts, ... on live but two knights; that one was Sir
Lucan the Butler, and his brother Sir Bedivere, and they were full sore wounded.
Chapters IV-VII Then were they condescended1 that King Arthur and Sir Mordred
* should meet betwixt both their hosts, ... on live but two knights; that one was Sir
Lucan the Butler, and his brother Sir Bedivere, and they were full sore wounded.
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And Sir Lucan the Butler and Sir Bedivere ofttimes heaved him up. And so weakly
they led him betwixt them both, to a little chapel not far from the seaside. And
when the king was there he thought him well eased. Then heard they people cry
in ...
And Sir Lucan the Butler and Sir Bedivere ofttimes heaved him up. And so weakly
they led him betwixt them both, to a little chapel not far from the seaside. And
when the king was there he thought him well eased. Then heard they people cry
in ...
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Then Sir Bedivere took the king upon his back, and so went with him to that water
side. And when they were at the water side, even fast by the bank hoved a little
barge with many fair ladies in it, and among them all was a queen, and all they ...
Then Sir Bedivere took the king upon his back, and so went with him to that water
side. And when they were at the water side, even fast by the bank hoved a little
barge with many fair ladies in it, and among them all was a queen, and all they ...
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... of battle roll'd Among the mountains by the winter sea, Until King Arthur's table,
man by man, Had fallen in Lyonesse* about their lord, King Arthur; then, because
his wound was deep, The bold Sir Bedivere uplifted him, 1 .love's thunderbolt.
... of battle roll'd Among the mountains by the winter sea, Until King Arthur's table,
man by man, Had fallen in Lyonesse* about their lord, King Arthur; then, because
his wound was deep, The bold Sir Bedivere uplifted him, 1 .love's thunderbolt.
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Sir Bedivere, the last of all his knights, And bore him to a chapel nigh the field, A
broken chancel with a broken cross, That stood on a dark strait of barren land. 10
On one side lay the ocean, and on one Lay a great water, and the moon was full
...
Sir Bedivere, the last of all his knights, And bore him to a chapel nigh the field, A
broken chancel with a broken cross, That stood on a dark strait of barren land. 10
On one side lay the ocean, and on one Lay a great water, and the moon was full
...
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Términos y frases comunes
arms beauty Beowulf blood 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 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 pass pleasure poem 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 ween whan wild wind wolde wonder words wyll
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Página 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...
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 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.
Página 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.
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.
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 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Información bibliográfica
| Título | Twelve Centuries of English Poetry and Prose |
| Autor | Alphonso Gerald Newcomer |
| Editores | Alphonso Gerald Newcomer, Alice Ebba Andrews |
| Compilado por | Alphonso Gerald Newcomer, Alice Ebba Andrews |
| Edición | revisada |
| Editor | Scott, Foresman, 1910 |
| Procedencia del original | la Universidad de California |
| Digitalizado | 26 Mar 2008 |
| N.º de páginas | 756 páginas |
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