English Prose and Verse from Beowulf to StevensonHenry Spackman Pancoast H. Holt, 1915 - 816 páginas |
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... Death . 6 CUTHBERT ( c . 735 ) : 1 Cædmon's Hymn 8 Letter on the Death of Bede . . . . 19 Bede's Death Song . 8 KING ALFRED ( 849-901 ) : Drowning of the Egyptians ( From Exodus ) CYNEWULF : 8 The Voyage of Life ( From The Crist ) . 9 ...
... Death . 6 CUTHBERT ( c . 735 ) : 1 Cædmon's Hymn 8 Letter on the Death of Bede . . . . 19 Bede's Death Song . 8 KING ALFRED ( 849-901 ) : Drowning of the Egyptians ( From Exodus ) CYNEWULF : 8 The Voyage of Life ( From The Crist ) . 9 ...
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... Death ... 100 Ruler ... 106 WILLIAM CORNISH ( d . 1524 ? ) : Tidings Make Arthur Return to Eng- God's Care for Man .. 100 land ... 106 JOHN SKELTON ( c . 1460-1529 ) : The Death of Arthur . 107 A Dirge for Philip Sparrow . Colin Clout ...
... Death ... 100 Ruler ... 106 WILLIAM CORNISH ( d . 1524 ? ) : Tidings Make Arthur Return to Eng- God's Care for Man .. 100 land ... 106 JOHN SKELTON ( c . 1460-1529 ) : The Death of Arthur . 107 A Dirge for Philip Sparrow . Colin Clout ...
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... Death and Hereafter : " Aye but to die , and go we know not where " ( From Measure for Measure ) .. 166 Dirge before Death ( From The Duchess of Malfy ) ... PAGE 174 Song " All the flowers of the Spring " ( From The Devil's Law Case ) ...
... Death and Hereafter : " Aye but to die , and go we know not where " ( From Measure for Measure ) .. 166 Dirge before Death ( From The Duchess of Malfy ) ... PAGE 174 Song " All the flowers of the Spring " ( From The Devil's Law Case ) ...
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... DEATH [ Beowulf left with the Danes his grisly trophies of battle , the head of Grendel , his huge forequarter , and the hilt of the giant sword with its mystical runic inscription . Loading his boat with the gifts of Hrothgar , he and ...
... DEATH [ Beowulf left with the Danes his grisly trophies of battle , the head of Grendel , his huge forequarter , and the hilt of the giant sword with its mystical runic inscription . Loading his boat with the gifts of Hrothgar , he and ...
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... death was near : " Now would I gladly give to a son 2755 2760 These weapons of war , had Wyrd 1 but granted That heir of my own should after me come , Sprung from my loins . This land have I ruled Fifty winters . No folk - king dared ...
... death was near : " Now would I gladly give to a son 2755 2760 These weapons of war , had Wyrd 1 but granted That heir of my own should after me come , Sprung from my loins . This land have I ruled Fifty winters . No folk - king dared ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Bargrave battle beauty behold Beowulf Binnorie Boethius breast breath called dark dead dear death delight doth dread Duke of Bedford earth England English eyes fair father fear fire flowers glory grace hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven holy honour hour king King Arthur lady land Layamon learning leave light live look Lord Lycidas mind morning nature never night noble o'er pain pass pleasure poem poet poor praise pray pride prince quoth rich round Saladin Shakespeare sigh sight sing Sir Bedivere Sir Ector Sir Kay Sir Lucan Sir Mordred sleep song sorrow soul spirit sweet sword tears tell thee thine things thou art thought Timor Mortis conturbat tion Twas unto Veal ween weep wind wise words youth
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Página 483 - 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...
Página 514 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.
Página 536 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan; Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last...
Página 511 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.— But hark!
Página 537 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that oft-times hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
Página 537 - When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, "Beauty is truth, truth beauty,"— that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
Página 163 - When, in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries And look upon myself and curse my fate. Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope.
Página 528 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me ; my spirit's bark is driven Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given. The massy earth and sphered skies are riven ! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar ! Whilst, burning through the inmost veil of heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Página 537 - Darkling I listen; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain To thy high requiem become a sod.
Página 164 - 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...