The British classical authors: with biographical notices. On the basis of a selection by L. HerrigG. Westermann, 1906 - 752 páginas |
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... lord , 6 King Arthur . Then , because his wound was deep , The bold Sir Bedivere uplifted him , Sir Bedivere , the last of all his knights , And bore him to a chapel nigh the field , A broken chancel with a broken cross , 10 That stood ...
... lord , 6 King Arthur . Then , because his wound was deep , The bold Sir Bedivere uplifted him , Sir Bedivere , the last of all his knights , And bore him to a chapel nigh the field , A broken chancel with a broken cross , 10 That stood ...
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... Sir Bedivere : ' Hast thou perform'd my mission which I gave ? What is it thou hast seen ? or what hast heard ? ' And answer made the bold Sir Bedivere : 70 ' I heard the ripple washing in the reeds , And the wild water lapping on the ...
... Sir Bedivere : ' Hast thou perform'd my mission which I gave ? What is it thou hast seen ? or what hast heard ? ' And answer made the bold Sir Bedivere : 70 ' I heard the ripple washing in the reeds , And the wild water lapping on the ...
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... Sir Bedivere the second time Across the ridge , and paced beside the mere , Counting the dewy pebbles , fix'd in thought ; 85 But when he saw the wonder of the hilt , How curiously and strangely chased , he smote His palms together ...
... Sir Bedivere the second time Across the ridge , and paced beside the mere , Counting the dewy pebbles , fix'd in thought ; 85 But when he saw the wonder of the hilt , How curiously and strangely chased , he smote His palms together ...
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... Sir Bedivere : ' Sir King , I closed mine eyelids , lest the gems Should blind my purpose , for I never saw , Nor shall see , here or elsewhere , till I die , 155 Not tho ' I live three lives of mortal men , So great a miracle as yonder ...
... Sir Bedivere : ' Sir King , I closed mine eyelids , lest the gems Should blind my purpose , for I never saw , Nor shall see , here or elsewhere , till I die , 155 Not tho ' I live three lives of mortal men , So great a miracle as yonder ...
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... Sir Bedivere : ' Ah ! my Lord Arthur , whither shall I go ? Where shall I hide my forehead and my eyes ? For now I see the true old times are dead , 230 When every morning brought a noble chance , And every chance brought out a noble ...
... Sir Bedivere : ' Ah ! my Lord Arthur , whither shall I go ? Where shall I hide my forehead and my eyes ? For now I see the true old times are dead , 230 When every morning brought a noble chance , And every chance brought out a noble ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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Página 349 - The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed— and gazed— but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.
Página 340 - Through a long absence, have not been to me As is a landscape to a blind man's eye : But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart; And passing even into my purer mind. With tranquil restoration...
Página 725 - Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he ; not...
Página 56 - 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 see'st 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 see'st 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 which it was nourish'd by. This thou perceiv'st,...
Página 33 - Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his. If then that friend demand why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer: Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more. Had you rather Caesar were living, and die all slaves; than that Caesar were dead, to live all free men?
Página 340 - In which the affections gently lead us on, Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living...
Página 349 - Now, while the birds thus sing a joyous song, And while the young lambs bound As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief; A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong...
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 321 - November chill blaws loud wi' angry sugh ; The short'ning winter-day is near a close ; The miry beasts retreating frae the pleugh ; The black'ning trains o' craws to their repose : The toil-worn Cotter frae his labour goes, This night his weekly moil is at an end, Collects his spades, his mattocks, and his hoes, Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend, And weary, o'er the moor, his course does hameward bend. At length his lonely cot appears in view, Beneath the shelter of an aged tree ; Th' expectant...
Página 100 - There, held in holy passion still, Forget thyself to marble, till With a sad leaden downward cast Thou fix them on the earth as fast. And join with thee calm Peace and Quiet...