Anthology of English Poetry: Beowulf to KiplingB.H. Sanborn & Company, 1903 - 432 sider |
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Side 1
... Optional Portions Beowulf's Fight With Grendel's Mother . Beowulf's Fight With The Fire - Dragon . I Similes 1. flota fami - heals fugle gelicost . ... The Formative Or Anglo-Saxon Period Beowulf [Beowulf's Fight With Grendel]
... Optional Portions Beowulf's Fight With Grendel's Mother . Beowulf's Fight With The Fire - Dragon . I Similes 1. flota fami - heals fugle gelicost . ... The Formative Or Anglo-Saxon Period Beowulf [Beowulf's Fight With Grendel]
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... Fire - Dragon . According to Ten Brink the epic sprang into existence on the Continent soon after 512 A.D. It spread rapidly throughout the country of the Angles and was brought by them to Britain when they settled Bernicia , Deira ...
... Fire - Dragon . According to Ten Brink the epic sprang into existence on the Continent soon after 512 A.D. It spread rapidly throughout the country of the Angles and was brought by them to Britain when they settled Bernicia , Deira ...
Side 4
... fire - hinges fastened , when his fingers had touched it ; The fell one had flung then — his fury so bitter 725 Open the entrance . Early thereafter The foeman trod the shining hall - pavement , Strode 4 ANTHOLOGY OF ENGLISH POETRY.
... fire - hinges fastened , when his fingers had touched it ; The fell one had flung then — his fury so bitter 725 Open the entrance . Early thereafter The foeman trod the shining hall - pavement , Strode 4 ANTHOLOGY OF ENGLISH POETRY.
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... fire . He beheld in the hall the heroes in numbers , 730 A circle of kinsmen sleeping together , A throng of thanemen : then his thoughts were exultant , He minded to sunder from each of the thanemen The life from his body , horrible ...
... fire . He beheld in the hall the heroes in numbers , 730 A circle of kinsmen sleeping together , A throng of thanemen : then his thoughts were exultant , He minded to sunder from each of the thanemen The life from his body , horrible ...
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... fire In smoke should consume it . The sound mounted up- ward 785 Novel enough ; on the North Danes fastened A terror of anguish , on all of the men there Who heard from the wall the weeping and plaining , The song of defeat from the ...
... fire In smoke should consume it . The sound mounted up- ward 785 Novel enough ; on the North Danes fastened A terror of anguish , on all of the men there Who heard from the wall the weeping and plaining , The song of defeat from the ...
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Side 190 - Nature never did betray The heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy: for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith that all which we behold Is...
Side 205 - 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.
Side 67 - 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.
Side 67 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's •waste...
Side 190 - All thinking things, all objects of all thought, And rolls through all things. Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods And mountains, and of all that we behold From this green earth : of all the mighty world Of eye and ear, both what they half create...
Side 203 - Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides. Will no one tell me what she sings? — Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day?
Side 299 - Darkling I listen; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.
Side 298 - Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy...
Side 272 - 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 400 - The sea is calm to-night. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits; - on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.