Chaucer to BurnsRossiter Johnson D. Appleton, 1876 |
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... forces high above the ground : Then , wrapping up her wreathéd stern around , Leapt fierce upon his shield , and her huge ... force , got one hand free , 3 Lifted up . 1 Coils . 2 Untwisted . That weaker sense it could have ravisht quite ...
... forces high above the ground : Then , wrapping up her wreathéd stern around , Leapt fierce upon his shield , and her huge ... force , got one hand free , 3 Lifted up . 1 Coils . 2 Untwisted . That weaker sense it could have ravisht quite ...
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... forces fail , ne can no longer fight . Whose courage when the Fiend perceiv'd to shrink , She poured forth out of her ... force , That from her body , full of filthy sin , He reft her hateful head without remorse : A stream of coal ...
... forces fail , ne can no longer fight . Whose courage when the Fiend perceiv'd to shrink , She poured forth out of her ... force , That from her body , full of filthy sin , He reft her hateful head without remorse : A stream of coal ...
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... force . Instead thereof he kist her weary feet , And lickt her lily hands with fawning tongue ; As he her wrongéd innocence did weet . O how can beauty master the most strong , And simple truth subdue avenging wrong ! Whose yielded ...
... force . Instead thereof he kist her weary feet , And lickt her lily hands with fawning tongue ; As he her wrongéd innocence did weet . O how can beauty master the most strong , And simple truth subdue avenging wrong ! Whose yielded ...
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... force to put Upon the lion and the rugged bear ; [ tear ; And from the she - bear's teats her whelps to And eke wild roaring bulls he would him make To tame , and ride their backs not made to bear ; And the roebucks in flight to ...
... force to put Upon the lion and the rugged bear ; [ tear ; And from the she - bear's teats her whelps to And eke wild roaring bulls he would him make To tame , and ride their backs not made to bear ; And the roebucks in flight to ...
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... force they pierced both plate and mail , And made wide furrows in their fleshes frail , That it would pity any living eye : Large floods of blood adown their sides did raile ; ? But floods of blood could not them satisfy : Both hunger'd ...
... force they pierced both plate and mail , And made wide furrows in their fleshes frail , That it would pity any living eye : Large floods of blood adown their sides did raile ; ? But floods of blood could not them satisfy : Both hunger'd ...
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Page 66 - Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, — and then my state (Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven's gate ; For thy sweet love remembered, such wealth brings, That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Page 102 - SWEET day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky! The dew shall weep thy fall to-night; For thou must die. Sweet rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like seasoned timber, never gives; But though the whole world turn to coal, Then chiefly...
Page 112 - Built in the eclipse, and rigged with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine. Next Camus, reverend sire, went footing slow, His mantle hairy, and his bonnet sedge Inwrought with figures dim, and on the edge Like to that sanguine flower inscribed with woe.
Page 201 - CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot ; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward. What supports me, dost thou ask ? The conscience, friend, to have lost them overplied In Liberty's defence, my noble task, Of which...
Page 110 - Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild. And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed and giddy cunning The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony — That Orpheus...
Page 112 - To scorn delights and live laborious days: But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life.
Page 72 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell: Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it; for I love you so, That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Page 150 - Angels: for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night Circle his throne rejoicing; ye in heaven, On earth join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end.
Page 112 - Closed o'er the head of your loved Lycidas? For neither were ye playing on the steep Where your old bards, the famous Druids, lie, Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high, Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream. Ay me, I fondly dream! Had ye been there — for what could that have done?
Page 292 - THE spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled heavens, a shining frame, Their great Original proclaim. The unwearied sun from day to day Does his Creator's power display, And publishes to every land The work of an almighty hand. Soon as the evening shades prevail The moon takes Up the wondrous tale...