English Prose and Verse from Beowulf to StevensonHenry Spackman Pancoast H. Holt, 1915 - 816 páginas |
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... Sorrow . 456 ( From Autobiography ) ... 417 The Tiger ... 456 Boethius ( From The Decline and Fall of Ah ! Sunflower . 457 the Roman Empire ) .... 418 The Causes of the ruin of Rome ( From SCOTCH SONG WRITERS the same ) .. 420 JAMES ...
... Sorrow . 456 ( From Autobiography ) ... 417 The Tiger ... 456 Boethius ( From The Decline and Fall of Ah ! Sunflower . 457 the Roman Empire ) .... 418 The Causes of the ruin of Rome ( From SCOTCH SONG WRITERS the same ) .. 420 JAMES ...
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... Sorrow ( From Suspiria de Profundis ) .. 572 Selections from Scott's Journal . 539 The English Mail Coach ( Abridged ) ... 576 POETRY The Higher Pantheism .. 602 Frater ave atque vale . 603 ALFRED TENNYSON ( 1809-1892 ) : Locksley Hall ...
... Sorrow ( From Suspiria de Profundis ) .. 572 Selections from Scott's Journal . 539 The English Mail Coach ( Abridged ) ... 576 POETRY The Higher Pantheism .. 602 Frater ave atque vale . 603 ALFRED TENNYSON ( 1809-1892 ) : Locksley Hall ...
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... Sorrow not gray - beard , nor grieve o'er thy friend ! 1380 1386 Vengeance is better than bootless mourning . To each of us here the end must come Of life upon earth : let him who may 1390 Win glory ere death . I deem that best , The ...
... Sorrow not gray - beard , nor grieve o'er thy friend ! 1380 1386 Vengeance is better than bootless mourning . To each of us here the end must come Of life upon earth : let him who may 1390 Win glory ere death . I deem that best , The ...
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... sorrow ; for nought can stifle 2600 Call of kin in a comrade true ; Wiglaf his name , ' twas Weohstan's son Shield - thane beloved , lord of the Scylfings Elfhere's kinsman . When his king he saw Hard by the heat under helmet oppressed ...
... sorrow ; for nought can stifle 2600 Call of kin in a comrade true ; Wiglaf his name , ' twas Weohstan's son Shield - thane beloved , lord of the Scylfings Elfhere's kinsman . When his king he saw Hard by the heat under helmet oppressed ...
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... sorrow together are binding the lonely one ; 30 When himthinks he clasps and kisses his leader of men , and lays His hands and head on his knee , as when , in the good yore - days , He sat on the throne of his might , in the strength ...
... sorrow together are binding the lonely one ; 30 When himthinks he clasps and kisses his leader of men , and lays His hands and head on his knee , as when , in the good yore - days , He sat on the throne of his might , in the strength ...
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English Prose and Verse from Beowulf to Stevenson Henry Spackman Pancoast Visualização integral - 1915 |
English Prose and Verse from Beowulf to Stevenson Henry Spackman Pancoast Visualização integral - 1915 |
English Prose and Verse from Beowulf to Stevenson Henry Spackman Pancoast Visualização integral - 1915 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
Allan-a-Dale Bargrave battle beauty behold Beowulf Binnorie Boethius breast breath called dark dead dear death delight doth dread Duke of Bedford earth England English eyes fair father fear fire flowers glory grace hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven holy honour hour king King Arthur lady land Layamon learning leave light live look Lord mind morning nature never night noble o'er pain pass pleasure poem poet poor praise pray pride prince quoth rich round Saladin Shakespeare sigh sight sing Sir Bedivere Sir Ector Sir Kay Sir Lucan Sir Mordred sleep song sorrow soul spirit sweet sword tears tell thee thine things thou art thought Timor Mortis conturbat tion Twas unto Veal ween weep wind wise words youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 521 - I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain, when with never a stain The pavilion of Heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams Build up the blue dome of air, 80 ••I silently laugh at my own cenotaph.
Página 494 - Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover! A savage place! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover! And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething, As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing, A...
Página 494 - 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.
Página 480 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower ; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind...
Página 497 - I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied : Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide ; And now am I come, with this lost love of mine To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland, more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar...
Página 509 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord!
Página 163 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
Página 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?