English Literature: With Illustrations from Poetry and ProseB. Blackwell, 1923 - 293 páginas |
No interior do livro
Resultados 1-5 de 45
Página vi
... fair ground . " I hope that however they may come as they should do if they are really to value their own rightly to love the literatures of other nations , they may still keep a corner for the book which may have been one of the first ...
... fair ground . " I hope that however they may come as they should do if they are really to value their own rightly to love the literatures of other nations , they may still keep a corner for the book which may have been one of the first ...
Página 4
... fair degree of skill has been reached , action " is added to that which so far has been written down to be read , and so drama begins . The usual division into Tragedy , the play which moves on through sorrow , pain , calamity and fear ...
... fair degree of skill has been reached , action " is added to that which so far has been written down to be read , and so drama begins . The usual division into Tragedy , the play which moves on through sorrow , pain , calamity and fear ...
Página 11
... fair notion of this very human and entrancing Romance . A famous chief , Pwyll , Prince of Dyved , had by his courage won the kingdom of the " Underworld . " He and his wife , Rhiannon , had a son , called Pryderi , and he , after ...
... fair notion of this very human and entrancing Romance . A famous chief , Pwyll , Prince of Dyved , had by his courage won the kingdom of the " Underworld . " He and his wife , Rhiannon , had a son , called Pryderi , and he , after ...
Página 32
... fair , comely indeed . Dark blue cloaks they all had about them . Next to their skin , gleaming - white tunics , with red ornamentation reaching down to their calves . Swords they had with round hilts of gold and silvern fist - guards ...
... fair , comely indeed . Dark blue cloaks they all had about them . Next to their skin , gleaming - white tunics , with red ornamentation reaching down to their calves . Swords they had with round hilts of gold and silvern fist - guards ...
Página 33
... fair - faced countenance she had , narrow below and broad above . She had a blue - grey and laughing eye , each eye had three pupils . Dark and black were her eyebrows ; the soft black lashes threw a shadow to the middle of her cheeks ...
... fair - faced countenance she had , narrow below and broad above . She had a blue - grey and laughing eye , each eye had three pupils . Dark and black were her eyebrows ; the soft black lashes threw a shadow to the middle of her cheeks ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
A. H. BULLEN ballad beautiful Ben Jonson Beowulf birds Blodeuwedd called century cloud colour Connacht Cuchulain Darè dark dear death delight doth drama dreams earth elegy Elizabethan England English Epic essay eyes fair Ferdiad flowers garden gold Grendel grey Gwydion hand hath heart Heaven honour Houyhnhnm Hrothgar human King Kinmont Willie lament land Latin learning light lines literary literature live Lord Scroope Medb melody Milton natural never night o'er passage peace perhaps Pindaric pipe plays poem poet poetry prose Pryderi Queen race rime rose satire scholar seems sestet Shakespeare shepherd silver sing Sir Ector Sir Kay sleep song sonnet sorrow soul sound star story sweet sword tell thee thine things Thomas thou hast thought tree unto verse W. B. YEATS Wigláf wind words writing written wrote youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 98 - REAPER. BEHOLD her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass ! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass ! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen ! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
Página 89 - In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire? And what shoulder, and what art, Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
Página 78 - O eloquent, just, and mighty Death! whom none could advise, thou hast persuaded; what none hath dared, thou hast done; and whom all the world hath flattered, thou only hast cast out of the world and despised: thou hast drawn together all the far-stretched greatness, all the pride, cruelty, and ambition of man, and covered it all over with these two narrow words, Hie jacet.
Página 62 - Queen and Huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep> Seated in thy silver chair State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess excellently bright. Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose; Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess excellently bright. Lay thy bow of pearl apart And thy crystal-shining quiver; Give unto the flying hart Space to breathe, how short soever: Thou that mak'st...
Página 61 - When daffodils begin to peer, With heigh ! the doxy over the dale, Why then comes in the sweet o' the year ; For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale. The white sheet bleaching on the hedge, With heigh ! the sweet birds, O, how they sing ! Doth set my pugging tooth on edge ; For a quart of ale is a dish for a king. The lark that tirra-lirra...
Página 40 - Hurled headlong flaming from th' ethereal sky, With hideous ruin and combustion, down To bottomless perdition, there to dwell In adamantine chains and penal fire, Who durst defy th
Página 60 - With coral clasps and amber studs ; And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love.
Página 283 - I WILL arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made: Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honey bee, And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
Página 282 - And because the breath of flowers is far sweeter in the air (where it comes and goes, like the warbling of music,) than in the hand, therefore nothing is more fit for that delight, than to know what be the flowers and plants that do best perfume the air.
Página 268 - Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades, and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks; Throw hither all your quaint enamell'd eyes, That on the green turf suck the honied showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.