English Prose and Poetry (1137-1892)Ginn, 1916 - 792 páginas |
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... rest and slepe ; Thar did 46 thai Mari for to light , 47 48 Bot son thai sagh an ugli sight . Als 49 thai loked tham biside , 7 220 231 An angel thus to him did say : " Rise up , Joseph , and busk and go , Maria and thy child also ; For ...
... rest and slepe ; Thar did 46 thai Mari for to light , 47 48 Bot son thai sagh an ugli sight . Als 49 thai loked tham biside , 7 220 231 An angel thus to him did say : " Rise up , Joseph , and busk and go , Maria and thy child also ; For ...
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... rest have for ratones bi. 1 With wyn of Oseye and win of Gaskoyne , Of the Ryn 2 and of the Rochel , the rost to defye , 3 Al this I saugh slepynge , and seve sithes more . With wine of Alsace and wine of Gascon , Of the Rhine and the ...
... rest have for ratones bi. 1 With wyn of Oseye and win of Gaskoyne , Of the Ryn 2 and of the Rochel , the rost to defye , 3 Al this I saugh slepynge , and seve sithes more . With wine of Alsace and wine of Gascon , Of the Rhine and the ...
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... rest or renneth 7 to playe . And yif him list for to laike , 8 thenne loke we mowen , 9 172 And peren in his ... rests or runs to disport him . And if he pleases to play then may we press forward , 172 And appear in his presence while ...
... rest or renneth 7 to playe . And yif him list for to laike , 8 thenne loke we mowen , 9 172 And peren in his ... rests or runs to disport him . And if he pleases to play then may we press forward , 172 And appear in his presence while ...
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... rest there may no man reap for rats in the night - time . While that he catcheth conies he coveteth not our carcases , But feeds him all with venison , defame we him never . than a long sorrow , though we miss one For better is a little ...
... rest there may no man reap for rats in the night - time . While that he catcheth conies he coveteth not our carcases , But feeds him all with venison , defame we him never . than a long sorrow , though we miss one For better is a little ...
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... rest ; It was propre and prest.5 Somtyme he wolde gaspe Whan he sawe a waspe ; A fly or a gnat , He wolde flye at that ; And prytely he wold pant Whan he saw an ant ; 49 100 ΙΙΟ I 20 130 1 Lord I have lifted up mine eyes to the ...
... rest ; It was propre and prest.5 Somtyme he wolde gaspe Whan he sawe a waspe ; A fly or a gnat , He wolde flye at that ; And prytely he wold pant Whan he saw an ant ; 49 100 ΙΙΟ I 20 130 1 Lord I have lifted up mine eyes to the ...
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Página 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...
Página 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!
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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!
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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...