Century Readings for a Course in English LiteratureJohn William Cunliffe, James Francis Augustin Pyre, James Francis Augustine Pyre, Karl Young Century Company, 1910 - 1143 sider |
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... breath grew strang , her hair grew lang , And twisted thrice about the tree , And all the people , far and near , Thought that a savage beast was she . 15 5. These news did come to Kemp Owyne , Where he lived , far beyond the sea ; 20 ...
... breath grew strang , her hair grew lang , And twisted thrice about the tree , And all the people , far and near , Thought that a savage beast was she . 15 5. These news did come to Kemp Owyne , Where he lived , far beyond the sea ; 20 ...
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... breath : Small keep took he , whom Fortune frowned on , Or whom she lifted up into the throne Of high renown ; but , as a living death , So , dead alive , of life he drew the breath . The body's rest , the quiet of the heart , 285 The ...
... breath : Small keep took he , whom Fortune frowned on , Or whom she lifted up into the throne Of high renown ; but , as a living death , So , dead alive , of life he drew the breath . The body's rest , the quiet of the heart , 285 The ...
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... breath : 335 For brief , the shape and messenger of Death . And fast by him pale Malady was placed , Sore sick in bed , her color all foregone , Bereft of stomach , savor , and of taste , Ne could she brook no meat , but broths alone ...
... breath : 335 For brief , the shape and messenger of Death . And fast by him pale Malady was placed , Sore sick in bed , her color all foregone , Bereft of stomach , savor , and of taste , Ne could she brook no meat , but broths alone ...
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... breath of her mouth like the princely stag , the serpents that were engendered by the breath of the huge elephant , so that now all her enemies are as whist as the bird Attagen , who never singeth any tune after she is taken , nor they ...
... breath of her mouth like the princely stag , the serpents that were engendered by the breath of the huge elephant , so that now all her enemies are as whist as the bird Attagen , who never singeth any tune after she is taken , nor they ...
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... breath , Whose witt is weakenesse , whose wage is death , Whose way is wildernesse , whose ynne penaunce , And stoopegallaunt age , the hoste of gree- vaunce . 90 But shall I tel thee a tale of truth , Which I cond of Tityrus in my ...
... breath , Whose witt is weakenesse , whose wage is death , Whose way is wildernesse , whose ynne penaunce , And stoopegallaunt age , the hoste of gree- vaunce . 90 But shall I tel thee a tale of truth , Which I cond of Tityrus in my ...
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Antistrophe beauty breath bright called church Church of England clouds dark dead dear death deep delight Demogorgon doth dream earth eyes fair fear feel fire flowers Gawaine gentle give glory grace Guenever hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven honor hope hour king King Arthur lady land leave light live look Lord Lucan the Butler mind nature never night noble nymph o'er pain passed passion pleasure poems poet poetry praise rest Robin Hood round Samian wine Semichorus sigh sight sing Sir Bedivere Sir Ector Sir Launcelot Sir Lucan Sir Mordred sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit stars sweet tears tell thee ther thine things thought tion truth unto verse weary ween weep wind wings words wyllowe youth
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Side 616 - Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed: And on the pedestal these words appear : 'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair !
Side 527 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The child is father of the man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
Side 152 - 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...
Side 520 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be ; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Side 565 - 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. Five miles meandering with a mazy motion Through wood and dale the sacred river ran, Then reached the caverns measureless to man, And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean: And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far Ancestral voices prophesying war!
Side 240 - YET once more, O ye laurels, and once more, Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. Bitter constraint and sad occasion dear...
Side 240 - And all their echoes, mourn. The Willows, and the Hazel Copses green, Shall now no more be seen, Fanning their joyous Leaves to thy soft lays. As killing as the Canker to the Rose, Or Taint-worm to the weanling Herds that graze, Or Frost to Flowers, that their gay wardrobe wear, When first the White-thorn blows; Such, Lycidas, thy loss to Shepherd's ear.
Side 518 - These plots of cottage-ground, these orchard-tufts, Which at this season, with their unripe fruits, Are clad in one green hue, and lose themselves 'Mid groves and copses. Once again I see These hedge-rows, hardly hedge-rows, little lines Of sportive wood run wild : these pastoral farms, Green to the very door: and wreaths of smoke Sent up, in silence, from among the trees!
Side 565 - Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me, That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome ! those caves of ice ! And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware ! Beware ! His flashing eyes, his floating hair ! Weave a circle round him thrice, And close your eyes with holy dread, For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise.
Side 535 - Shaped by himself with newly-learned art; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral; And this hath now his heart, And unto this he frames his song: Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business, love, or strife; But it will not be long...