English Prose and Verse from Beowulf to StevensonHenry Spackman Pancoast H. Holt, 1915 - 816 sider |
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Side 6
... deep cave or barrow , guarded by a dragon . Long years before , an earl , the last of his race , had buried the treasure . After his death the dragon , sniffing about the stones , had found it and guarded it three hundred years , until ...
... deep cave or barrow , guarded by a dragon . Long years before , an earl , the last of his race , had buried the treasure . After his death the dragon , sniffing about the stones , had found it and guarded it three hundred years , until ...
Side 9
... Deep streamed with blood . Shield - walls were shattered by shock of the tempest . Greatest of sea - deaths engulfed the mighty , 465 Captains and troops . Retreat was cut off At the ocean's brink . Their battle - shields gleamed High o ...
... Deep streamed with blood . Shield - walls were shattered by shock of the tempest . Greatest of sea - deaths engulfed the mighty , 465 Captains and troops . Retreat was cut off At the ocean's brink . Their battle - shields gleamed High o ...
Side 15
... deep - sea billow , Shaping their way toward Dyflen2 again , Shamed in their souls . XIII Also the brethren , King and Atheling , 100 Now I shall measure thee , And the mould afterwards . Thy house is not Highly timbered ; It is unhigh ...
... deep - sea billow , Shaping their way toward Dyflen2 again , Shamed in their souls . XIII Also the brethren , King and Atheling , 100 Now I shall measure thee , And the mould afterwards . Thy house is not Highly timbered ; It is unhigh ...
Side 23
... deep in its tokens . Often one sees fair letters written , and praises the writer and the letters , and knows not what they mean . He who has knowledge of letters , praises their fairness , and reads the letters , and understands what ...
... deep in its tokens . Often one sees fair letters written , and praises the writer and the letters , and knows not what they mean . He who has knowledge of letters , praises their fairness , and reads the letters , and understands what ...
Side 31
... deep , But for thee , -Soul , -the fault was thine . " 161 165 Both at even and at morn , I was in thy keeping still From the time that thou wast born . Thou , that knewest good and ill , 70 Surely should'st have judged beforn Of my ...
... deep , But for thee , -Soul , -the fault was thine . " 161 165 Both at even and at morn , I was in thy keeping still From the time that thou wast born . Thou , that knewest good and ill , 70 Surely should'st have judged beforn Of my ...
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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...