English Poetry (1170-1892)Ginn, 1907 - 580 páginas |
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... sound seemed rather 2 it seemed rather 8 the owl's home 5 then 9 her 12 for everyone holds her am the worse 19 flies away 16 truly 310 That thine pipinge nis i - lich : 1 Mi stefne is bold and noht un - orne , 3 Heo is i - lich1 one ...
... sound seemed rather 2 it seemed rather 8 the owl's home 5 then 9 her 12 for everyone holds her am the worse 19 flies away 16 truly 310 That thine pipinge nis i - lich : 1 Mi stefne is bold and noht un - orne , 3 Heo is i - lich1 one ...
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... sound 34 bow 35 36 4 Quen the tre it boghed dune1 Right to Maria , his moder , fote , The crop was evening to the rote . ' Quen all had eten frut i - nogh , Yeit it boghud3 dun ilk bogh , Til he wald comand it to rise , That gert it ...
... sound 34 bow 35 36 4 Quen the tre it boghed dune1 Right to Maria , his moder , fote , The crop was evening to the rote . ' Quen all had eten frut i - nogh , Yeit it boghud3 dun ilk bogh , Til he wald comand it to rise , That gert it ...
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... out with wandering 17 burn , brook 18 it 19 whispered , made a low sound 20 merry 21 did I dream 22 dream 23 knew 24 on high 25 saw 26 field , building - site 27 choicely , skilfully A feir feld full of folk / fond ' I 24 WILLIAM LANGLAND.
... out with wandering 17 burn , brook 18 it 19 whispered , made a low sound 20 merry 21 did I dream 22 dream 23 knew 24 on high 25 saw 26 field , building - site 27 choicely , skilfully A feir feld full of folk / fond ' I 24 WILLIAM LANGLAND.
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... sound 10 sat 115 reck of , care for nine nobility 8 pieces of music 11 bearing 12 fault 6 sits 7 15 command 16 one 13 learn This is to seyn , in foure and twenty houres , Wher - so ' yow list , in droughte or elles shoures , Beren your ...
... sound 10 sat 115 reck of , care for nine nobility 8 pieces of music 11 bearing 12 fault 6 sits 7 15 command 16 one 13 learn This is to seyn , in foure and twenty houres , Wher - so ' yow list , in droughte or elles shoures , Beren your ...
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... sound he slept that nought mought him awake . Then rudely he him thrust , and pusht with paine , Whereat he gan to stretch ; but he againe Shook him so hard that forced him to speake . As one then in a dreame , whose dryer braine Is ...
... sound he slept that nought mought him awake . Then rudely he him thrust , and pusht with paine , Whereat he gan to stretch ; but he againe Shook him so hard that forced him to speake . As one then in a dreame , whose dryer braine Is ...
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Página 326 - 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 364 - 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 367 - Thy waters washed them power while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: not so thou, Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play; Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow; Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.
Página 367 - 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...
Página 451 - ... rim. Then I cast loose my buffcoat, each holster let fall, Shook off both my jack-boots, let go belt and all, Stood up in the stirrup, leaned, patted his ear, Called my Roland his pet-name, my horse without peer ; Clapped my hands, laughed and sang, any noise, bad or good, Till at length into Aix Roland galloped and stood. And all I remember is, friends flocking round As I sat with his head 'twixt my knees on the ground; And no voice but was praising this Roland of mine, As I poured down his...
Página 364 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, - alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope shall moulder cold and low.
Página 336 - And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething, As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing A mighty fountain momently was forced: Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail, Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail: And "mid these dancing rocks at once and ever It flung up momently the sacred river.
Página 326 - 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 271 - Toll for the brave ! Brave Kempenfelt is gone ; His last sea-fight is fought, His work of glory done. It was not in the battle ; No tempest gave the shock ; She sprang no fatal leak, She ran upon no rock. His sword was in its sheath, His fingers held the pen, When Kempenfelt went down With twice four hundred men.
Página 329 - 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.