Readings in English LiteratureRoy Bennett Pace Allyn and Bacon, 1917 - 512 pages |
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... hope thy heart misgives thee . " " For sooth , " quoth the other , " so fiercely thou speakest I will no longer let thine errand wait its reward . " Then he braced himself to strike , frowning with lips and brow , ' twas 55 no marvel ...
... hope thy heart misgives thee . " " For sooth , " quoth the other , " so fiercely thou speakest I will no longer let thine errand wait its reward . " Then he braced himself to strike , frowning with lips and brow , ' twas 55 no marvel ...
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... hope of bliss in the kingdom of heaven ; As nuns and hermits that held themselves in their cells , And desire not in the country to wander about With dainty living their body to please . Some were for trade ; they throve the better , As ...
... hope of bliss in the kingdom of heaven ; As nuns and hermits that held themselves in their cells , And desire not in the country to wander about With dainty living their body to please . Some were for trade ; they throve the better , As ...
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... shall tell the first tale . As surely as I hope to drink wine or ale , whoever rebels against my judgment shall pay for all that is spent on the road . Now draweth cut , er that we ferrer twinne ; 38 ENGLISH LITERATURE.
... shall tell the first tale . As surely as I hope to drink wine or ale , whoever rebels against my judgment shall pay for all that is spent on the road . Now draweth cut , er that we ferrer twinne ; 38 ENGLISH LITERATURE.
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... hope God may save my soul , in all the world no creature may eat or drink of it even a bit as large as a grain of wheat — without losing his life right away . Yes , Ye , sterve he shal , and that in lasse 50 ENGLISH LITERATURE.
... hope God may save my soul , in all the world no creature may eat or drink of it even a bit as large as a grain of wheat — without losing his life right away . Yes , Ye , sterve he shal , and that in lasse 50 ENGLISH LITERATURE.
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... hope I well , that when this storm is past , My Helicé , the lodestar of my life , Will shine again , and look on me at last , With lovely light to clear my cloudy grief ; Till then I wander careful , comfortless , In secret sorrow and ...
... hope I well , that when this storm is past , My Helicé , the lodestar of my life , Will shine again , and look on me at last , With lovely light to clear my cloudy grief ; Till then I wander careful , comfortless , In secret sorrow and ...
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Page 245 - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power. Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart : Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea : Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou...
Page 91 - 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...
Page 240 - 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. The waves beside them danced, but they Outdid the sparkling waves in glee. A poet could not but be gay In such a jocund company; I gazed and gazed, but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought.
Page 262 - Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth! And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind! Be through my lips to unawakened earth The trumpet of a prophecy ! O, Wind, If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?
Page 259 - O WILD West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being,. Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing. Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou, Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed...
Page 217 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Page 422 - SUNSET and evening star, And one clear call for me. And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark: And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For tho...
Page 217 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite tree ; Another came : nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he : The next, with dirges due in sad array Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne, — Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Page 217 - For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, 'Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn...
Page 244 - EARTH has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at his own sweet will:...