Century Readings for a Course in English LiteratureJohn William Cunliffe, James Francis Augustine Pyre, Karl Young Century Company, 1910 - 13 páginas |
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... answer , and my eccho ring . Early , before the worlds light giving lampe His golden beame upon the hils doth spred , Having disperst the nights unchearefull dampe , Doe ye awake , and , with fresh lustyhed , Go to the bowre of my ...
... answer , and my eccho ring . Early , before the worlds light giving lampe His golden beame upon the hils doth spred , Having disperst the nights unchearefull dampe , Doe ye awake , and , with fresh lustyhed , Go to the bowre of my ...
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... answer , and your eccho ring . Wake now , my love , awake ! for it is time : The rosy Morne long since left Tithones bed , 75 All ready to her silver coche to clyme , And Phoebus gins to shew his glorious hed . Hark how the cheerefull ...
... answer , and your eccho ring . Wake now , my love , awake ! for it is time : The rosy Morne long since left Tithones bed , 75 All ready to her silver coche to clyme , And Phoebus gins to shew his glorious hed . Hark how the cheerefull ...
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... answer , and your eccho ring . Tell me , ye merchants daughters , did ye see So fayre a creature in your towne before , So sweet , so lovely , and so mild as she , Adornd with beautyes grace and vertues store ? 170 Her goodly eyes lyke ...
... answer , and your eccho ring . Tell me , ye merchants daughters , did ye see So fayre a creature in your towne before , So sweet , so lovely , and so mild as she , Adornd with beautyes grace and vertues store ? 170 Her goodly eyes lyke ...
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... answer , and theyr eccho ring . 260 Ring ye the bels , ye yong men of the towne , And leave your wonted labors for this day : This day is holy ; doe ye write it downe , That ye for ever it remember may . This day the sunne is in his ...
... answer , and theyr eccho ring . 260 Ring ye the bels , ye yong men of the towne , And leave your wonted labors for this day : This day is holy ; doe ye write it downe , That ye for ever it remember may . This day the sunne is in his ...
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... answer , nor theyr eccho ring . Let no lamenting cryes , nor dolefull teares , Be heard all night within , nor yet without : Ne let false whispers , breeding hidden feares , 336 Breake gentle sleepe with misconceived dout . Let no ...
... answer , nor theyr eccho ring . Let no lamenting cryes , nor dolefull teares , Be heard all night within , nor yet without : Ne let false whispers , breeding hidden feares , 336 Breake gentle sleepe with misconceived dout . Let no ...
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Century Readings for a Course in English Literature, Volumen2 John William Cunliffe Vista completa - 1914 |
Términos y frases comunes
Antistrophe beauty breath bright called church Church of England clouds dark dead dear death deep delight Demogorgon doth dream earth eyes fair fear feel fire flowers Gawaine gentle give glory grace Guenever hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven honor hope hour king King Arthur lady land leave light live look Lord Lucan the Butler mind nature never night noble nymph o'er pain passed passion pleasure poems poet poetry praise rest Robin Hood round Samian wine Semichorus sigh sight sing Sir Bedivere Sir Ector Sir Launcelot Sir Lucan Sir Mordred sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit stars sweet tears tell thee ther thine things thought tion truth unto verse weary weep wind wings words wyllowe youth
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Página 616 - Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed: And on the pedestal these words appear : 'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair !
Página 152 - That time of year thou may'st 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 seest 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. In me thou seest the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire, Consumed with that...
Página 399 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. "Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn...
Página 150 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Página 527 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The child is father of the man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
Página 565 - Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail, Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail : And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever It flung up momently the sacred river. Five miles meandering with a mazy motion Through wood and dale the sacred river ran, Then reached the caverns measureless to man, And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean: And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far Ancestral voices prophesying war!
Página 518 - These plots of cottage-ground, these orchard-tufts, Which at this season, with their unripe fruits, Are clad in one green hue, and lose themselves 'Mid groves and copses. Once again I see These hedge-rows, hardly hedge-rows, little lines Of sportive wood run wild : these pastoral farms, Green to the very door: and wreaths of smoke Sent up, in silence, from among the trees!
Página 240 - Bitter constraint, and sad occasion dear, Compels me to disturb your season due : For Lycidas* is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer : Who would not sing for Lycidas ? He knew Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme. He must not float upon his watery bier Unwept, and welter to the parching wind, Without the meed of some melodious tear.
Página 519 - My dear, dear Friend; and in thy voice I catch The language of my former heart, and read My former pleasures in the shooting lights Of thy wild eyes. Oh! yet a little while May I behold in thee what I was once, 1*° My dear, dear Sister! and this prayer I make, Knowing that Nature never did betray The heart that loved her...
Página 648 - Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain To thy high requiem become a sod. 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...