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... nature . He did not attack the head ; nevertheless the bold warrior's hand was burnt when he helped his kinsman by striking the fell stranger somewhat lower . Thus did the warrior in arms , so that the sword plunged in , shining and ...
... nature . He did not attack the head ; nevertheless the bold warrior's hand was burnt when he helped his kinsman by striking the fell stranger somewhat lower . Thus did the warrior in arms , so that the sword plunged in , shining and ...
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... nature in hir corages 2 ) : Thanne longen folk to goon on pilgrim- ages , 10 And palmeres for to seken straunge strondes , 3 4 To ferne halwes , kowthe in sondry londes ; And specially , from every shires ende Of Engelond , to ...
... nature in hir corages 2 ) : Thanne longen folk to goon on pilgrim- ages , 10 And palmeres for to seken straunge strondes , 3 4 To ferne halwes , kowthe in sondry londes ; And specially , from every shires ende Of Engelond , to ...
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... nature 3 great thanks 4 thrive 160 abrayde ; 5 But whan that he was wakened of his sleepe , He turned hym , and took of this no keepe ; 190 Hym thoughte his dreem nas but a vanitee . Thus twies in his slepyng dremed hee . And atte ...
... nature 3 great thanks 4 thrive 160 abrayde ; 5 But whan that he was wakened of his sleepe , He turned hym , and took of this no keepe ; 190 Hym thoughte his dreem nas but a vanitee . Thus twies in his slepyng dremed hee . And atte ...
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... nature's truth , And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow : And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand , Praising thy worth , despite his cruel hand . LXXI No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly ...
... nature's truth , And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow : And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand , Praising thy worth , despite his cruel hand . LXXI No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly ...
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... nature Joinèd with a lovely feature ? Be she meeker , kinder than Turtle - dove or pelican , If she be not so to me What care I how kind she be ? Shall a woman's virtues move Me to perish for her love ? Or her well deservings known Make ...
... nature Joinèd with a lovely feature ? Be she meeker , kinder than Turtle - dove or pelican , If she be not so to me What care I how kind she be ? Shall a woman's virtues move Me to perish for her love ? Or her well deservings known Make ...
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arms beauty Beowulf Cæsar Chas Cleo dear death Deloraine Dola doth earth Ecgtheow eyes Eyre face Faerie Queene fair father fear Firk Gawain Geats give gold grace Grendel hall hand hast hath head Healfdene hear heard heart heaven Heorot Hodge honor Hrothgar Hygelac Johnson King knight Lady of Shalott Lady Sneer Lady Teaz laugh leave light live look lord master Mayor mighty mind never noble o'er pain pleasure poet pray prince queen quoth Robin Hood rose round Rustum Scyldings sing Sir Oliv Sir Pet Sir Peter song sorrow soul speak spirit stood sure Surf sweet sword Teazle tell thee thine things thought tion true truth Vent warrior ween wife wind words young youth
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Seite 271 - Reading maketh a full man; conference a ready man; and writing an exact man. And therefore, if a man write little, he had need have a great memory; if he confer little, he had need have a present wit: and if he read little, he had need have much cunning, to seem to know that he doth not.
Seite 636 - MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, > Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk : 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Seite 777 - OH yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood; That nothing walks with aimless feet; That not one life shall be destroy'd, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
Seite 701 - Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go mark him well; For him no minstrel raptures swell; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim; Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly...
Seite 626 - Had half impair'd the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o'er her face ; Where thoughts serenely sweet express, How pure, how dear their dwelling-place. And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
Seite 721 - And still she slept an azure-lidded sleep, In blanched linen, smooth, and lavender'd, While he from forth the closet brought a heap Of candied apple, quince, and plum, and gourd; With jellies soother than the creamy curd, And lucent syrops, tinct with cinnamon; Manna and dates, in argosy transferr'd From Fez; and spiced dainties, every one, From silken Samarcand to cedar'd Lebanon.
Seite 733 - In a few days his lordship's town house was observed to be on fire. The thing took wing and now there was nothing to be seen but fires in every direction. Fuel and pigs grew enormously dear all over the district. The insurance offices one and all shut up shop. People built slighter and slighter every day, until it was feared that the very science of architecture would in no long time be lost to the world. Thus this custom of firing houses continued, till in process of time...
Seite 701 - Caledonia ! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child ! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, Land of the mountain and the flood, Land of my sires ! what mortal hand Can e'er untie the filial band, That knits me to thy rugged strand ! Still, as I view each well-known scene, Think what is now, and what hath been, Seems as, to me, of all bereft, Sole friends thy woods and streams were left ; And thus I love them better still, Even in extremity of ill.
Seite 237 - That without them dare to woo ; And unless that mind I see, What care I how great she be ? Great, or good, or kind, or fair, I will ne'er the more despair: If she love me, this believe, I will die ere she shall grieve : If she slight me when I woo, I can scorn and let her go ; For if she be not for me, What care I for whom she be ? George Wither.
Seite 244 - Daffodils Fair daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon: As yet the early-rising sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the evensong; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along. » We have short time to stay as you; We have as short a spring; As quick a growth to meet decay, As you or anything. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the summer's rain; Or as the pearls of morning's dew, Ne'er to be found again.