An English Anthology of Prose and Poetry, Shewing the Main Stream of English Literature Through Six Centuries.(14th Century-19th Century)J.M. Dent & Sons Limited, 1922 - 1011 страници |
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... enemies of my lord the King , and all men that riseden against him in to evil , be made as the child . Therefore the King was sorry and stiede up in to the soler of the gate , and wept and spake thus going , My son , Absolon ! Absolon ...
... enemies of my lord the King , and all men that riseden against him in to evil , be made as the child . Therefore the King was sorry and stiede up in to the soler of the gate , and wept and spake thus going , My son , Absolon ! Absolon ...
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... enemies in the gate . GEOFFREY CHAUCER ( II ) THE CANTERBURY TALES PROLOGUE WHAN that Aprille with his shoures sote The droghte of Marche hath perced to the rote , And bathed every veyne in swich licour , Of which vertu engendred is the ...
... enemies in the gate . GEOFFREY CHAUCER ( II ) THE CANTERBURY TALES PROLOGUE WHAN that Aprille with his shoures sote The droghte of Marche hath perced to the rote , And bathed every veyne in swich licour , Of which vertu engendred is the ...
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... enemies ; and ye shall be needy of all goods . " And never since , neither the King of Ermonye , nor the country , were never in peace , nor they had never since plenty of goods ; and they have been since always under tribute of the ...
... enemies ; and ye shall be needy of all goods . " And never since , neither the King of Ermonye , nor the country , were never in peace , nor they had never since plenty of goods ; and they have been since always under tribute of the ...
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... enemies . Comfort thyself , said the king , and do as well as thou mayest , for in me is no trust for to trust in . For I will into the vale of Avilion , to heal me of my grievous wound . And if thou hear never more of me , pray for my ...
... enemies . Comfort thyself , said the king , and do as well as thou mayest , for in me is no trust for to trust in . For I will into the vale of Avilion , to heal me of my grievous wound . And if thou hear never more of me , pray for my ...
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... enemies day and night , I would withstand , with bow in hand , To grieve them as I might , And you to save ; as women have From death men many one : For , in my mind , of all mankind I love but you alone . Yet take good hede ; for ever ...
... enemies day and night , I would withstand , with bow in hand , To grieve them as I might , And you to save ; as women have From death men many one : For , in my mind , of all mankind I love but you alone . Yet take good hede ; for ever ...
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Страница 705 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket...
Страница 623 - twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute; And now it is an angel's song, That makes the heavens be mute. It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Страница 605 - Thou whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy soul's immensity; Thou best Philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage; thou Eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind, — Mighty Prophet! Seer blest! On whom those truths do rest Which we are toiling all our lives to find, In darkness lost, the darkness" of the grave; Thou, over whom thy Immortality Broods like the Day, a master o'er a slave, A presence which is not to be put by; Thou...
Страница 288 - The sun shall be no more thy light by day ; neither for brightness shall the moon give light unto thee : but the LORD shall be unto thee an everlasting light, and thy God thy glory.
Страница 706 - 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.
Страница 630 - I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech ; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me: To him my tale I teach.
Страница 213 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of...
Страница 607 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.
Страница 606 - O joy! that in our embers Is something that doth live, That nature yet remembers What was so fugitive! 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...