Readings in English LiteratureRoy Bennett Pace Allyn and Bacon, 1917 - 512 pages |
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... late them into their own language . But again I soon an- swered myself and said : " They did not think that men would ever be so careless , and that learning would so decay ; through that desire they abstained from it , and they wished ...
... late them into their own language . But again I soon an- swered myself and said : " They did not think that men would ever be so careless , and that learning would so decay ; through that desire they abstained from it , and they wished ...
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... late y - shave ; But of his craft , fro Berwik unto Ware , Ne was ther swich another pardoner . For in his male he hadde a pilwe - beer , Which that , he seyde , was our lady veyl : He seyde , he hadde a gobet of the seyl That seynt ...
... late y - shave ; But of his craft , fro Berwik unto Ware , Ne was ther swich another pardoner . For in his male he hadde a pilwe - beer , Which that , he seyde , was our lady veyl : He seyde , he hadde a gobet of the seyl That seynt ...
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... late , And seye , ' Leve moder , leet me in ! Lo , how I vanish , flesh , and blood , and skin ! Allas ! whan shul my bones been at reste ? Moder , with yow wolde I chaunge my cheste , That in my chambre longe tyme hath be , Ye ! for an ...
... late , And seye , ' Leve moder , leet me in ! Lo , how I vanish , flesh , and blood , and skin ! Allas ! whan shul my bones been at reste ? Moder , with yow wolde I chaunge my cheste , That in my chambre longe tyme hath be , Ye ! for an ...
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... Late , late yestreen I saw the new moone , Wi the auld moone in hir arme , And I feir , I feir , my deir master , That we will cum to harme . " O our Scots nobles wer richt laith To weet their cork - heild schoone ; Bot lang owre a ...
... Late , late yestreen I saw the new moone , Wi the auld moone in hir arme , And I feir , I feir , my deir master , That we will cum to harme . " O our Scots nobles wer richt laith To weet their cork - heild schoone ; Bot lang owre a ...
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... late blamed me , saying that in my translations I had over curious terms , which could not be understood of common people , and de- 30 sired me to use old and homely terms in my translations . And fain would I satisfy every man , and so ...
... late blamed me , saying that in my translations I had over curious terms , which could not be understood of common people , and de- 30 sired me to use old and homely terms in my translations . And fain would I satisfy every man , and so ...
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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:...