English Prose and Poetry (1137-1892)Ginn, 1916 - 792 sider |
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Side vii
... Rose !. 185 ( extract ) . 238 THOMAS FULLER ( 1608-1661 ) JOHN BUNYAN ( 1628-1688 ) The Holy State : The Life of Sir Francis Drake .. 185 JOHN MILTON ( 1608-1674 ) On the Morning of Christ's Nativity .... 189 L'Allegro .... 192 Il ...
... Rose !. 185 ( extract ) . 238 THOMAS FULLER ( 1608-1661 ) JOHN BUNYAN ( 1628-1688 ) The Holy State : The Life of Sir Francis Drake .. 185 JOHN MILTON ( 1608-1674 ) On the Morning of Christ's Nativity .... 189 L'Allegro .... 192 Il ...
Side ix
... Rose . The Tiger .. A Poison Tree . Ideas of Good and Evil Two Kinds of Riches . Love's Secret .... 360 360 WILLIAM WORDSWORTH ( 1770-1850 ) ( Continued ) Composed upon Westminster Bridge , Sept. 3 , 1802 . 395 360 On the Sea - Shore ...
... Rose . The Tiger .. A Poison Tree . Ideas of Good and Evil Two Kinds of Riches . Love's Secret .... 360 360 WILLIAM WORDSWORTH ( 1770-1850 ) ( Continued ) Composed upon Westminster Bridge , Sept. 3 , 1802 . 395 360 On the Sea - Shore ...
Side 9
... Rose - red was his colur.22 In none kinge - riche 23 Nas non his iliche.24 Twelf feren 25 he hadde That he with him ladde , 26 Alle riche mannes sones , And alle hi were faire gomes With him for to pleie . And mest he luvede tweie ; 28 ...
... Rose - red was his colur.22 In none kinge - riche 23 Nas non his iliche.24 Twelf feren 25 he hadde That he with him ladde , 26 Alle riche mannes sones , And alle hi were faire gomes With him for to pleie . And mest he luvede tweie ; 28 ...
Side 17
... rose also mide hire rude , 13 That cumeth ut of the thorne wude , Bit 11 me that ich shulle singe Vor hire luve one skentinge . " 14 440 Then singest thou from eve till morrow . But I all gladness with me bring , All men are happy when ...
... rose also mide hire rude , 13 That cumeth ut of the thorne wude , Bit 11 me that ich shulle singe Vor hire luve one skentinge . " 14 440 Then singest thou from eve till morrow . But I all gladness with me bring , All men are happy when ...
Side 22
... rose rayleth 13 hire rode , 14 The leves on the lyhte wode Waxen al with wille.15 The mone mandeth 16 hire bleo , 17 The lilie is lossom 18 to seo , The fenyl and the fille ; 19 21 Wowes this wilde drakes , 20 Miles murgeth huere makes ...
... rose rayleth 13 hire rode , 14 The leves on the lyhte wode Waxen al with wille.15 The mone mandeth 16 hire bleo , 17 The lilie is lossom 18 to seo , The fenyl and the fille ; 19 21 Wowes this wilde drakes , 20 Miles murgeth huere makes ...
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Æsop Battle of Otterburn beauty breath bright called Chaucer dark dead dear death delight doth dream earth English eyes face fair father fear flowers forto Gawain hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart Heaven Hind Horn honour human king King Arthur lady Lady of Shalott Layamon light live look Lord mind Mother nature never night nymph o'er once Oxus pain pass passion play pleasure poem poet quoth rest Rhodope rose round Rustum sayd sche shal sigh sing sleep smile song sonnet sorrow soul sound spirit stars stood sweet Tabary tears tell thanne thee ther thine things thou art thought tion Twas unto voice weep wild wind wolde wonder words wyll young youth ΙΟ
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Side 447 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While throng'd the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips — »The foe! They come! they come!« And wild and high the 'Cameron's gathering...
Side 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!
Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 475 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that oft-times hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
Side 463 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one!
Side 393 - The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction: not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest, Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast: — Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise...
Side 476 - To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease ; For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
Side 551 - And his low head and crest, just one sharp ear bent back For my voice, and the other pricked out on his track, And one eye's black intelligence — ever that glance O'er its white edge at me, his own master, askance; And the thick heavy spume-flakes, which aye and anon His fierce lips shook upwards in galloping on. By Hasselt, Dirck groaned; and cried Joris, "Stay spur! Your Roos galloped bravely, the fault's not in her; "We'll remember at Aix...
Side 402 - The Sun now rose upon the right : Out of the sea came he, Still hid in mist, and on the left Went down into the sea. And the good south wind still blew behind, But no sweet bird did follow, Nor any day for food or play Came to the mariners...