Century Readings for a Course in English LiteratureJohn William Cunliffe, James Francis Augustin Pyre, Karl Young Century Company, 1911 - 1143 страници |
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... wind ne hadde been contrarie , That made hem in a citee for to tarie , That stood ful mery upon an haven - syde . But on a day , agayn the even - tyde , The wind gan chaunge , and blew right as hem leste . 255 Iolif and glad they wente ...
... wind ne hadde been contrarie , That made hem in a citee for to tarie , That stood ful mery upon an haven - syde . But on a day , agayn the even - tyde , The wind gan chaunge , and blew right as hem leste . 255 Iolif and glad they wente ...
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... wind . 7. For forty days and forty nights He wade thro red blude to the knee , And he saw neither sun nor moon , But ... winds about the fernie brae ? That is the road to fair Elfland , Where you and I this night maun gae . 55 15. But ...
... wind . 7. For forty days and forty nights He wade thro red blude to the knee , And he saw neither sun nor moon , But ... winds about the fernie brae ? That is the road to fair Elfland , Where you and I this night maun gae . 55 15. But ...
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... winds how the clouds flee : Lo , what a mariner love hath made me ! And in green waves when the salt flood Doth rise by rage of wind , A thousand fancies in that mood , Assail my restless mind . Alas , now drencheth my sweet foe , That ...
... winds how the clouds flee : Lo , what a mariner love hath made me ! And in green waves when the salt flood Doth rise by rage of wind , A thousand fancies in that mood , Assail my restless mind . Alas , now drencheth my sweet foe , That ...
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... wind 15 was at northwest and by south , ' because he would be sure to name winds enough- than that , in truth , they feel those pas- sions , which easily , as I think , may be bewrayed by the same forcibleness , or 20 energia ( as the ...
... wind 15 was at northwest and by south , ' because he would be sure to name winds enough- than that , in truth , they feel those pas- sions , which easily , as I think , may be bewrayed by the same forcibleness , or 20 energia ( as the ...
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... wind of him and coming towards him , becalmed his sails in such sort , as the ship could neither make way nor feel the helm ; so huge and high carged was the Spanish ship , being of a thousand and five hundred tons . Who after laid the ...
... wind of him and coming towards him , becalmed his sails in such sort , as the ship could neither make way nor feel the helm ; so huge and high carged was the Spanish ship , being of a thousand and five hundred tons . Who after laid the ...
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Страница 523 - I wandered lonely as a cloud" I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Страница 608 - 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 !
Страница 150 - 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. 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...
Страница 618 - I BRING fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Страница 519 - 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.
Страница 557 - 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!
Страница 640 - 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, and the fruit-tree wild; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine; Fast fading violets cover'd up in leaves; And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.
Страница 152 - 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 doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Страница 608 - I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: 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!
Страница 528 - Do take a sober coloring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality : Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, — To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.