English Prose and PoetryGinn, 1926 - 882 pages |
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Page xvi
... dear to them ; they encouraged him in his high purpose , and looked for good omens . The hero had warriors , chosen from among the Geats , the bravest he could find . Fifteen in all went down to the ship ; the skilled mariner led them ...
... dear to them ; they encouraged him in his high purpose , and looked for good omens . The hero had warriors , chosen from among the Geats , the bravest he could find . Fifteen in all went down to the ship ; the skilled mariner led them ...
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... dear unto his Lord , until they turned to folly , and Al- mighty God was moved to anger at their wantonness , and hurled him down to depths of torment on that bed of death . He named him with a name , and said their leader should be ...
... dear unto his Lord , until they turned to folly , and Al- mighty God was moved to anger at their wantonness , and hurled him down to depths of torment on that bed of death . He named him with a name , and said their leader should be ...
Page xxxiii
... dear master mightily had wounded . Up to the earl came a Viking in armor , His bracelets attempted to take from his body 160 His war - robe and rings and rich - jeweled sword . Then Byrhtnoth drew his bill from its sheath Broad and ...
... dear master mightily had wounded . Up to the earl came a Viking in armor , His bracelets attempted to take from his body 160 His war - robe and rings and rich - jeweled sword . Then Byrhtnoth drew his bill from its sheath Broad and ...
Page xxxiv
... dear ones urged he His friends and companions to press on fiercely . Offa shouted , his ashen spear shaking : 230 " Lo thou , Aelfwine , us all hast admonished , Us thanes in our need , for now that our master , The Earl , lies dead ...
... dear ones urged he His friends and companions to press on fiercely . Offa shouted , his ashen spear shaking : 230 " Lo thou , Aelfwine , us all hast admonished , Us thanes in our need , for now that our master , The Earl , lies dead ...
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... Dear daughter , this young man has been shipwrecked , and he of all men pleased me best in the game , therefore I invited him to our feast . I know not what he is , nor whence he is ; but if you wish to know who he is , ask him ...
... Dear daughter , this young man has been shipwrecked , and he of all men pleased me best in the game , therefore I invited him to our feast . I know not what he is , nor whence he is ; but if you wish to know who he is , ask him ...
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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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!
Page 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!
Page 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
Page 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
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...