English Prose and Poetry (1137-1892).Ginn, 1916 - 792 páginas |
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... Lord General Cromwell .. 198 JOHN FLETCHER ( 1579-1625 ) On the Late Massacre in Piedmont 198 ) ....... ns : Agin Sweetest Melancholy . On his Blindness . 199 Invocation to Sleep .. To Cyriack Skinner . 199 Song to Bacchus . Paradise ...
... Lord General Cromwell .. 198 JOHN FLETCHER ( 1579-1625 ) On the Late Massacre in Piedmont 198 ) ....... ns : Agin Sweetest Melancholy . On his Blindness . 199 Invocation to Sleep .. To Cyriack Skinner . 199 Song to Bacchus . Paradise ...
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... LORD BYRON The Recluse . 387 ( 1788-1824 ) To the Cuckoo .. 388 English Bards and Scotch Reviewers ... 443 My heart leaps up when I behold .. 389 Childe Harold's Pilgrimage . The Solitary Reaper .. 389 Sonnet on Chillon . She was a ...
... LORD BYRON The Recluse . 387 ( 1788-1824 ) To the Cuckoo .. 388 English Bards and Scotch Reviewers ... 443 My heart leaps up when I behold .. 389 Childe Harold's Pilgrimage . The Solitary Reaper .. 389 Sonnet on Chillon . She was a ...
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... LORD TENNYSON ( 1809-1892 ) ( Continued ) Ode to the West Wind . 462 › Ulysses . 532 The Indian Serenade . 463 > Locksley Hall . 532 The Cloud ... 464 St. Agnes Eve . 537 To a Skylark . 465 > Sir Galahad .. 537 To- ( Music when soft ...
... LORD TENNYSON ( 1809-1892 ) ( Continued ) Ode to the West Wind . 462 › Ulysses . 532 The Indian Serenade . 463 > Locksley Hall . 532 The Cloud ... 464 St. Agnes Eve . 537 To a Skylark . 465 > Sir Galahad .. 537 To- ( Music when soft ...
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... Lord liveden ful streite , In hope for to have hevene - riche blisse ; " As ancres 8 and hermytes that holdeth hem in heore celles , Coveyte 10 not in cuntre 11 to cairen " aboute , For non likerous lyflode 12 heore licam 13 to plese ...
... Lord liveden ful streite , In hope for to have hevene - riche blisse ; " As ancres 8 and hermytes that holdeth hem in heore celles , Coveyte 10 not in cuntre 11 to cairen " aboute , For non likerous lyflode 12 heore licam 13 to plese ...
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... Lord unloseth heore lippes ones . " Thou mightest beter meten the myst Malverne hulles Then geten a mom of heore mouth moneye were schewed ! on til I saugh ther bisschops bolde and bachilers of divyne 10 90 Bicoome clerkes of acounte ...
... Lord unloseth heore lippes ones . " Thou mightest beter meten the myst Malverne hulles Then geten a mom of heore mouth moneye were schewed ! on til I saugh ther bisschops bolde and bachilers of divyne 10 90 Bicoome clerkes of acounte ...
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Página 210 - I know they are as lively, and as vigorously productive, as those fabulous dragon's teeth ; and being sown up and down, may chance to spring up armed men. And yet, on the other hand, unless wariness be used, as good almost kill a man as kill a good book. Who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image ; but he who destroys a good book, kills reason itself, kills the image of God, as it were in the eye.
Página 450 - 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 Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean— roll!
Página 551 - ... 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 473 - That light whose smile kindles the universe, That beauty in which all things work and move, That benediction which the eclipsing curse Of birth can quench not, that sustaining Love Which, through the web of being blindly wove By man and beast and earth and air and sea, Burns bright or dim, as each are mirrors of The fire for which all thirst, now beams on me, Consuming the last clouds of cold mortality.
Página 652 - Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold me by the hand, Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay. Remember me when no more, day by day, You tell me of our future that you planned: Only remember me; you understand It will be late to counsel then or pray. Yet if you should forget me for a while And afterwards remember, do not grieve: For if the darkness and corruption leave A vestige of the thoughts that once I had, Better by far you should forget...
Página 552 - And after April, when May follows, And the whitethroat builds, and all the swallows ! Hark, where my blossomed pear-tree in the hedge Leans to the field and scatters on the clover Blossoms and dewdrops — at the bent spray's edge — That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, Lest you should think he never could recapture...
Página 431 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake...
Página 449 - Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, ye Whose agonies are evils of a day ! — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay.
Página 151 - Doth any man doubt, that if there were taken out of men's minds vain opinions, flattering hopes, false valuations, imaginations as one would, and the like, but it would leave the minds of a number of men poor shrunken things, full of melancholy and indisposition, and unpleasing to themselves?
Página 179 - Love took my hand, and smiling did reply, Who made the eyes but I ? Truth, Lord, but I have marred them : let my shame Go where it doth deserve.