English Prose and Verse from Beowulf to StevensonHenry Spackman Pancoast H. Holt, 1915 - 816 páginas |
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... less - trodden paths that wait to be explored . We are sometimes prone to become a trifle narrow and conventional in our literary judgments , to regard not so much what we like as what we are expected to like , and to pay too exclusive ...
... less - trodden paths that wait to be explored . We are sometimes prone to become a trifle narrow and conventional in our literary judgments , to regard not so much what we like as what we are expected to like , and to pay too exclusive ...
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... less protected 2570 Than he hoped it would , for the weapon he held First time that day he tried in battle ; Wyrd had not willed he should win the fight . But the Lord of the Jutes uplifted his arm , 2576 Smote the scaly worm , struck ...
... less protected 2570 Than he hoped it would , for the weapon he held First time that day he tried in battle ; Wyrd had not willed he should win the fight . But the Lord of the Jutes uplifted his arm , 2576 Smote the scaly worm , struck ...
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... less care is theirs , " and the less they reck how Fate veers , or what she brings . " So ' Even as every craftsman thinks over and marks out his work in his mind ere he take it in hand , and then carries it out altogether , so this 15 ...
... less care is theirs , " and the less they reck how Fate veers , or what she brings . " So ' Even as every craftsman thinks over and marks out his work in his mind ere he take it in hand , and then carries it out altogether , so this 15 ...
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... less , sometimes more , all because of our sins . . . . Often a thrall bindeth fast the thane who was formerly his lord , and maketh of 45 him a thrall , through God's anger . Alas for the misery , alas for the shame in the eyes of the ...
... less , sometimes more , all because of our sins . . . . Often a thrall bindeth fast the thane who was formerly his lord , and maketh of 45 him a thrall , through God's anger . Alas for the misery , alas for the shame in the eyes of the ...
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... less effective than rashness ; and what begins with violence , quickly ceases , This was a fatal day to England , a mel- ancholy havoc of our dear country , through its change of masters . For it had long since 20 unlike the Normans and ...
... less effective than rashness ; and what begins with violence , quickly ceases , This was a fatal day to England , a mel- ancholy havoc of our dear country , through its change of masters . For it had long since 20 unlike the Normans and ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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
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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 511 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.— But hark!
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 483 - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power. Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart : Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea : Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou...
Página 462 - O ! may Heaven their simple lives prevent From luxury's contagion, weak and vile ! Then, howe'er crowns and coronets be rent, A virtuous populace may rise the while, And stand a wall of fire around their much-lov'd isle. 180 O Thou ! who pour'd the patriotic tide, That stream'd thro...
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?
Página 520 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near.
Página 536 - No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him.
Página 480 - To live beneath your more habitual sway. I love the Brooks which down their channels fret, Even more than when I tripped lightly as they ; The innocent brightness of a new-born Day Is lovely yet ; The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality ; Another race hath been, and other palms are won.
Página 164 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...