English Prose and Poetry (1137-1892)Ginn, 1916 - 792页 |
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... thou ! 28600 Thu weore Cadores sone ! Thou wert Cador's first - born ! To thee do I commit here 11 Ich the bitache here 10 Mine kineriche ; 11 And wite 12 mine Bruttes A to thines lifes ; 13 And hald heom 14 alle tha lawen 15 Tha ...
... thou ! 28600 Thu weore Cadores sone ! Thou wert Cador's first - born ! To thee do I commit here 11 Ich the bitache here 10 Mine kineriche ; 11 And wite 12 mine Bruttes A to thines lifes ; 13 And hald heom 14 alle tha lawen 15 Tha ...
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... Thou art now large and strong , Thou shalt grow ever greater Fair and of body long . For seven years or better , go If thou alive may go 104 And thy comrades also . If so it should befall , Gef hit so bi - falle , 12 Ye scholde slen us ...
... Thou art now large and strong , Thou shalt grow ever greater Fair and of body long . For seven years or better , go If thou alive may go 104 And thy comrades also . If so it should befall , Gef hit so bi - falle , 12 Ye scholde slen us ...
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... thou have days good ; By the sea brink May thee no water sink . To Suddénè if thou come , Greet well my kin at home ; Greet well my mother dear , Godhild , queen without peer . And tell the pagan king , 148 152 156 152 156 That ihcam ...
... thou have days good ; By the sea brink May thee no water sink . To Suddénè if thou come , Greet well my kin at home ; Greet well my mother dear , Godhild , queen without peer . And tell the pagan king , 148 152 156 152 156 That ihcam ...
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... thou now about my song ? Think'st thou to sing I have no skill Merely because I cannot trill ? Oft am I angered by thy blame , Thou speakest to my hurt and shame ; If I once held thee in my claw , Would that I might here in this shaw ! And ...
... thou now about my song ? Think'st thou to sing I have no skill Merely because I cannot trill ? Oft am I angered by thy blame , Thou speakest to my hurt and shame ; If I once held thee in my claw , Would that I might here in this shaw ! And ...
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... thou dwellest , thy din he hears ; Thou makest thy song a thing of naught , No man accounteth thee as aught ; For any mirth may last so long That dislike of it waxeth strong ; For harp or pipe or song of bird Displeaseth if too long ...
... thou dwellest , thy din he hears ; Thou makest thy song a thing of naught , No man accounteth thee as aught ; For any mirth may last so long That dislike of it waxeth strong ; For harp or pipe or song of bird Displeaseth if too long ...
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Æsop Battle of Otterburn beauty breath bright called Chaucer dark dead dear death delight doth dream earth English eyes face fair father fear flowers forto Gawain hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart Heaven Hind Horn honour human king King Arthur lady Lady of Shalott Layamon light live look Lord mind Mother nature never night nymph o'er once Oxus pain pass passion play pleasure poem poet quoth rest Rhodope rose round Rustum sayd sche shal sigh sing sleep smile song sonnet sorrow soul sound spirit stars stood sweet Tabary tears tell thanne thee ther thine things thou art thought tion Twas unto voice weep wild wind wolde wonder words wyll young youth ΙΟ
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第447页 - 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...
第450页 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, •To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean— roll!
第210页 - 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.
第551页 - ... rim. Then I cast loose my buffcoat, each holster let fall, Shook off both my jack-boots, let go belt and all, Stood up in the stirrup, leaned, patted his ear, Called my Roland his pet-name, my horse without peer ; Clapped my hands, laughed and sang, any noise, bad or good, Till at length into Aix Roland galloped and stood. And all I remember is, friends flocking round As I sat with his head 'twixt my knees on the ground; And no voice but was praising this Roland of mine, As I poured down his...
第475页 - 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.
第463页 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one!
第393页 - 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 praise...
第476页 - To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease ; For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
第551页 - And his low head and crest, just one sharp ear bent back For my voice, and the other pricked out on his track, And one eye's black intelligence — ever that glance O'er its white edge at me, his own master, askance; And the thick heavy spume-flakes, which aye and anon His fierce lips shook upwards in galloping on. By Hasselt, Dirck groaned; and cried Joris, "Stay spur! Your Roos galloped bravely, the fault's not in her; "We'll remember at Aix...
第402页 - The Sun now rose upon the right : Out of the sea came he, Still hid in mist, and on the left Went down into the sea. And the good south wind still blew behind, But no sweet bird did follow, Nor any day for food or play Came to the mariners...