English Prose and PoetryGinn, 1926 - Počet stran: 882 |
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Strana 12
... feel The dent of myne honde . " 164 The blow my hand shall deal . " 164 Aylbrus wende 9 hire fro ; Horn in halle fond he tho 10 Bifore the kyng on benche Wyn for to schenche.11 388 " Horn , " quath he , " so hende , 12 To bure 13 nu thu ...
... feel The dent of myne honde . " 164 The blow my hand shall deal . " 164 Aylbrus wende 9 hire fro ; Horn in halle fond he tho 10 Bifore the kyng on benche Wyn for to schenche.11 388 " Horn , " quath he , " so hende , 12 To bure 13 nu thu ...
Strana 15
... feel more like spitting 16 because of 17 longer wait 20 8 truly 9 appearance 13 when no screeching 21 swollen 18 waited till 19 nigh 22 breath choked 23 threw 24 how does it seem 25 thinkest 26 cannot 31 32 37 42 27 though 28 know ...
... feel more like spitting 16 because of 17 longer wait 20 8 truly 9 appearance 13 when no screeching 21 swollen 18 waited till 19 nigh 22 breath choked 23 threw 24 how does it seem 25 thinkest 26 cannot 31 32 37 42 27 though 28 know ...
Strana 18
... and fox . ” 240 250 260 270 5 12 came 18 22 23 28 29 a lion went 31 32 went as 33 bow 34 35 37 show , feel 38 re- 39 41 both 42 with 43 44 were country 45 46 none A LUVE RON1 A mayde Cristes2 me bit yorne 3 18 CURSOR MUNDI.
... and fox . ” 240 250 260 270 5 12 came 18 22 23 28 29 a lion went 31 32 went as 33 bow 34 35 37 show , feel 38 re- 39 41 both 42 with 43 44 were country 45 46 none A LUVE RON1 A mayde Cristes2 me bit yorne 3 18 CURSOR MUNDI.
Strana 99
... feel it sitting in thy mind . Mad , if ye list to continue your sore , Let present pass and gape on time to come , And dip yourself in travail more and more . Henceforth , my Poines , this shall be all and some , These wretched fools ...
... feel it sitting in thy mind . Mad , if ye list to continue your sore , Let present pass and gape on time to come , And dip yourself in travail more and more . Henceforth , my Poines , this shall be all and some , These wretched fools ...
Strana 122
... love - acquainted eyes Can judge of love , thou feel'st a lover's case , I read it in thy looks ; thy languished grace , 1 force 2 far - fetched 3 feeling Cupid To me , that feel the like , thy state 122 SIR PHILIP SIDNEY.
... love - acquainted eyes Can judge of love , thou feel'st a lover's case , I read it in thy looks ; thy languished grace , 1 force 2 far - fetched 3 feeling Cupid To me , that feel the like , thy state 122 SIR PHILIP SIDNEY.
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Strana 142 - That time of year thou mayst 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 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.
Strana 533 - As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains : but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringer of new things ; and vile it were For some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge like a sinking star. Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.
Strana 415 - Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company! — To walk together to the kirk, And all together pray, While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends And youths and maidens gay!
Strana 547 - Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, — I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life!
Strana 552 - for Aix is in sight !" "How they'll greet us !" — and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone ; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets
Strana 494 - WITH fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat, in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread — Stitch! stitch! stitch! In poverty, hunger, and dirt; And still with a voice of dolorous pitch She sang the
Strana 651 - Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold me by the hand, Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay. Remember me when no more, day by day, You tell me of our future that you planned: Only remember me; you understand It will be late to counsel then or pray. Yet if you should forget me for a while And afterwards remember, do not grieve: For if the darkness and corruption leave A vestige of the thoughts that once I had, Better by far you should forget...
Strana 450 - Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, ye Whose agonies are evils of a day ! — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay.
Strana 533 - Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows ; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down : It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Tho...
Strana 432 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake...