English Prose and Verse from Beowulf to StevensonHenry Spackman Pancoast H. Holt, 1915 - 816 sider |
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... breast , Foiled the stroke and saved his life . All had been over with Ecgtheow's son , Under the depths of the Ocean vast , ' Had not his harness availed to help him , His battle - net stiff , and the strength of God . The Ruler of ...
... breast , Foiled the stroke and saved his life . All had been over with Ecgtheow's son , Under the depths of the Ocean vast , ' Had not his harness availed to help him , His battle - net stiff , and the strength of God . The Ruler of ...
Side 6
... breast his battle - cry leap , Swoln with rage was the royal Jute , Stormed the stout - heart ; strong and clear Through the gloom of the cave his cry went ringing . 2551 Hate was aroused , the hoard - ward knew 2555 The leader's hail ...
... breast his battle - cry leap , Swoln with rage was the royal Jute , Stormed the stout - heart ; strong and clear Through the gloom of the cave his cry went ringing . 2551 Hate was aroused , the hoard - ward knew 2555 The leader's hail ...
Side 7
... breast Came charging amain . The champion brave , Strength of his people , was sore oppressed , 2595 Enfolded by flame . No faithful comrades Crowded about him , his chosen band , All æthelings ' sons , to save their lives , Fled to the ...
... breast Came charging amain . The champion brave , Strength of his people , was sore oppressed , 2595 Enfolded by flame . No faithful comrades Crowded about him , his chosen band , All æthelings ' sons , to save their lives , Fled to the ...
Side 8
... breast , and Beowulf spoke , 1 The Goddess of Fate . 2791 2795 Gazing sad at the gold before him : " For the harvest of gold that here I look on , To the God of Glory I give my thanks . To the Ruler Eternal I render praise That ere I ...
... breast , and Beowulf spoke , 1 The Goddess of Fate . 2791 2795 Gazing sad at the gold before him : " For the harvest of gold that here I look on , To the God of Glory I give my thanks . To the Ruler Eternal I render praise That ere I ...
Side 11
... breast he straightly bind , Shut fast his thinkings in silence , whatever he have in his mind . The man that is weary in heart , he never can fate withstand ; The man that grieves in his spirit , he finds not the helper's hand ...
... breast he straightly bind , Shut fast his thinkings in silence , whatever he have in his mind . The man that is weary in heart , he never can fate withstand ; The man that grieves in his spirit , he finds not the helper's hand ...
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English Prose and Verse from Beowulf to Stevenson Henry Spackman Pancoast Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1915 |
English Prose and Verse from Beowulf to Stevenson Henry Spackman Pancoast Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1915 |
English Prose and Verse from Beowulf to Stevenson Henry Spackman Pancoast Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1915 |
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Side 429 - Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, 'Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
Side 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!
Side 306 - Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And without sneering, teach the rest to sneer; Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike, Just hint a fault and hesitate dislike...
Side 483 - 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...
Side 462 - O ! may Heaven their simple lives prevent From luxury's contagion, weak and vile ! Then, howe'er crowns and coronets be rent, A virtuous populace may rise the while, And stand a wall of fire around their much-lov'd isle. 180 O Thou ! who pour'd the patriotic tide, That stream'd thro...
Side 519 - Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth! And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind! Be through my lips to unawakened earth The trumpet of a prophecy ! O, Wind, If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?
Side 520 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near.
Side 536 - No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him.
Side 480 - To live beneath your more habitual sway. I love the Brooks which down their channels fret, Even more than when I tripped lightly as they ; The innocent brightness of a new-born Day Is lovely yet ; The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality ; Another race hath been, and other palms are won.
Side 164 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...