English Prose and Poetry (1137-1892)Ginn, 1916 - 792 pages |
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... I ne can ne I ne mai 32 tellen alle the wunder 33 ne alle the pines 34 that hi diden wrecce men on this land ; and that lastede tha .xix . wintre 37 wile Stephne was king , and ¿vre 39 it was uuerse * and uuerse . 38 8 Ich " ¿m elder ...
... I ne can ne I ne mai 32 tellen alle the wunder 33 ne alle the pines 34 that hi diden wrecce men on this land ; and that lastede tha .xix . wintre 37 wile Stephne was king , and ¿vre 39 it was uuerse * and uuerse . 38 8 Ich " ¿m elder ...
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... I am the worse 8 truly 9 appearance 10 give up 11 flies away 12 fails 13 when 14 arrived 15 I feel more like spitting 16 because of 17 18 waited till 19 screeching 20 swollen 21 longer wait 22 breath choked nigh 23 threw 24 how does it ...
... I am the worse 8 truly 9 appearance 10 give up 11 flies away 12 fails 13 when 14 arrived 15 I feel more like spitting 16 because of 17 18 waited till 19 screeching 20 swollen 21 longer wait 22 breath choked nigh 23 threw 24 how does it ...
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... I schop1 me into a shroud , 2 as I a scheep1 3 were ; In habite as an hermite Wente I wyde in this world Bote in a Mayes morwnynge , 6 hulles , 7 Me bifel a ferly , 8 of fairie , ' me - thoughte . I was wery , forwandred , 10 and wente ...
... I schop1 me into a shroud , 2 as I a scheep1 3 were ; In habite as an hermite Wente I wyde in this world Bote in a Mayes morwnynge , 6 hulles , 7 Me bifel a ferly , 8 of fairie , ' me - thoughte . I was wery , forwandred , 10 and wente ...
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... I haf herd 17 carp And that hacz wayned 18 me hider , iwyis , at this tyme . Ye may be seker 19 bi this braunch that I bere here That I passe as in pes , and no plyght seche.20 For , had I founded 21 in fere , in feghtyng wyse , I have ...
... I haf herd 17 carp And that hacz wayned 18 me hider , iwyis , at this tyme . Ye may be seker 19 bi this braunch that I bere here That I passe as in pes , and no plyght seche.20 For , had I founded 21 in fere , in feghtyng wyse , I have ...
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... I be - seche now with sawez sene , 3 3 This melly mot1 be myne . 340 XVI " Wolde ye , worthilych 5 lorde , " quoth Gawan to the kyng , " Bid me bowe 6 fro this benche , and stonde by yow there , 7 That I wyth - oute vylanye myght voyde ...
... I be - seche now with sawez sene , 3 3 This melly mot1 be myne . 340 XVI " Wolde ye , worthilych 5 lorde , " quoth Gawan to the kyng , " Bid me bowe 6 fro this benche , and stonde by yow there , 7 That I wyth - oute vylanye myght voyde ...
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Page 523 - Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Page 206 - 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.
Page 439 - 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...
Page 442 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee and arbiter of war, — These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride or spoils of Trafalgar.
Page 467 - 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.
Page 546 - The dropping of the daylight in the West, The bough of cherries some officious fool Broke in the orchard for her, the white mule She rode with round the terrace all and each Would draw from her alike the approving speech, Or blush, at least.
Page 455 - Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed, Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean, Angels of rain and lightning: there are spread On the blue surface of thine airy surge, Like the bright hair uplifted from the head...
Page 259 - When I look upon the tombs of the great, every emotion of envy dies in me; when I read the epitaphs of the beautiful, every inordinate desire goes out; when I meet with the grief of parents upon a tombstone, my heart melts with compassion; when I see the tomb of the parents themselves, I consider the vanity of grieving for those whom we must quickly follow; when I see kings lying by those who deposed them, when I consider rival wits placed side...
Page 638 - 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...
Page 388 - I only have relinquished one delight To live beneath your more habitual sway. I love the Brooks which down their channels fret, Even more than when I tripped lightly as they ; The innocent brightness of a new-born Day Is lovely yet ; The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring 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 ;...
Bibliographic information
| Pealkiri | English Prose and Poetry (1137-1892) |
| Autor | John Matthews Manly |
| Editor | John Matthews Manly |
| Publisher | Ginn, 1916 |
| Original from | Harvard University |
| Digitized | 7 nov. 2007 |
| Length | 792 pages |
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