English Prose and Verse from Beowulf to StevensonHenry Spackman Pancoast H. Holt, 1915 - 816 Seiten |
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... o'er the hill ; Fierce was their rage as they rode o'er the land . Take heed and be healed of the hurt they have done thee . 4 Out little spear if in there thou be ! My shield I lifted , my linden - wood shining , When the mighty women ...
... o'er the hill ; Fierce was their rage as they rode o'er the land . Take heed and be healed of the hurt they have done thee . 4 Out little spear if in there thou be ! My shield I lifted , my linden - wood shining , When the mighty women ...
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Henry Spackman Pancoast. O'er the moorland in miles , a mere expands : Spray - frosted trees o'erspread it , and hang O'er the water with roots fast wedged in the rocks . There nightly is seen , beneath the flood , 1365 A marvellous ...
Henry Spackman Pancoast. O'er the moorland in miles , a mere expands : Spray - frosted trees o'erspread it , and hang O'er the water with roots fast wedged in the rocks . There nightly is seen , beneath the flood , 1365 A marvellous ...
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... o'er the tracks with the footprints , Merrily measured the miles o'er the fen , Way they knew well , those warriors brave ; Brought from the holm - cliff the head of the BEOWULF 5.
... o'er the tracks with the footprints , Merrily measured the miles o'er the fen , Way they knew well , those warriors brave ; Brought from the holm - cliff the head of the BEOWULF 5.
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... o'er the headland of whales it shall tower , A beacon and mark to remind my people . 2806 And sailors shall call it in years to come Beowulf's Barrow as back from afar O'er the glooming deep they drive their keels . ” The great ...
... o'er the headland of whales it shall tower , A beacon and mark to remind my people . 2806 And sailors shall call it in years to come Beowulf's Barrow as back from afar O'er the glooming deep they drive their keels . ” The great ...
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... o'er them , Dread welter of waves . Not one of that army Went again home , but Wyrd from behind Barred with billows their backward path . Where ways had lain , now weltered the sea , The swelling flood . The storm went up High to the ...
... o'er them , Dread welter of waves . Not one of that army Went again home , but Wyrd from behind Barred with billows their backward path . Where ways had lain , now weltered the sea , The swelling flood . The storm went up High to the ...
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Seite 429 - 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.
Seite 511 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.— But hark!
Seite 306 - Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And without sneering, teach the rest to sneer; Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike, Just hint a fault and hesitate dislike...
Seite 483 - 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...
Seite 462 - O ! may Heaven their simple lives prevent From luxury's contagion, weak and vile ! Then, howe'er crowns and coronets be rent, A virtuous populace may rise the while, And stand a wall of fire around their much-lov'd isle. 180 O Thou ! who pour'd the patriotic tide, That stream'd thro...
Seite 519 - 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?
Seite 520 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near.
Seite 536 - No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him.
Seite 480 - To live beneath your more habitual sway. I love the Brooks which down their channels fret, Even more than when I tripped lightly as they ; The innocent brightness of a new-born Day Is lovely yet ; The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality ; Another race hath been, and other palms are won.
Seite 164 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...