English Prose and Poetry (1137-1892).Ginn, 1916 - 792 oldal |
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35. oldal
... fire 8 gift 9 altar " deliver 12 judge 13 officer 14 pay 6 Be to you , that but your rightfulnesse be more plentevouse than of scribis and of Farisees , ye schulen not entre into the kyngdom of hevenes . Ye han herd that it was seid to ...
... fire 8 gift 9 altar " deliver 12 judge 13 officer 14 pay 6 Be to you , that but your rightfulnesse be more plentevouse than of scribis and of Farisees , ye schulen not entre into the kyngdom of hevenes . Ye han herd that it was seid to ...
45. oldal
... fire from the flint flew from his steed's hoofs . To what region he rode none could say rightly , 460 Any more than they wist by what way he had come . What then ? The king and Gawain there Did laugh at the Knight in Green . ' Twas ...
... fire from the flint flew from his steed's hoofs . To what region he rode none could say rightly , 460 Any more than they wist by what way he had come . What then ? The king and Gawain there Did laugh at the Knight in Green . ' Twas ...
54. oldal
... fire down from the sky did light And made the flesh to burn full bright . But when Medea saw it burn , Anon she leaped and ran in turn The fiery altars all about . There was no beast which goeth out More wild than she herself seemed ...
... fire down from the sky did light And made the flesh to burn full bright . But when Medea saw it burn , Anon she leaped and ran in turn The fiery altars all about . There was no beast which goeth out More wild than she herself seemed ...
55. oldal
... fire , In which was placed the mass entire Wherein the magic virtues stood Of juice , of water , and of blood , And let it boil therein aright Till she could see the bubbles white ; And then she cast in bark and root , And seed and ...
... fire , In which was placed the mass entire Wherein the magic virtues stood Of juice , of water , and of blood , And let it boil therein aright Till she could see the bubbles white ; And then she cast in bark and root , And seed and ...
82. oldal
... fire was at her goud 2 garters , The lowe 3 was at her hair . 21. " I wold geve my gold , " she saith , " And so I wolde my ffee , 1 heir 2 gold 3 flame For a blaste of the westryn wind , To dryve the smoke from thee . 22. " Fy upon the ...
... fire was at her goud 2 garters , The lowe 3 was at her hair . 21. " I wold geve my gold , " she saith , " And so I wolde my ffee , 1 heir 2 gold 3 flame For a blaste of the westryn wind , To dryve the smoke from thee . 22. " Fy upon the ...
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210. oldal - 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.
450. oldal - 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!
551. oldal - ... 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...
473. oldal - That light whose smile kindles the universe, That beauty in which all things work and move, That benediction which the eclipsing curse Of birth can quench not, that sustaining Love Which, through the web of being blindly wove By man and beast and earth and air and sea, Burns bright or dim, as each are mirrors of The fire for which all thirst, now beams on me, Consuming the last clouds of cold mortality.
652. oldal - Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold me by the hand, Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay. Remember me when no more, day by day, You tell me of our future that you planned: Only remember me; you understand It will be late to counsel then or pray. Yet if you should forget me for a while And afterwards remember, do not grieve: For if the darkness and corruption leave A vestige of the thoughts that once I had, Better by far you should forget...
552. oldal - And after April, when May follows, And the whitethroat builds, and all the swallows ! Hark, where my blossomed pear-tree in the hedge Leans to the field and scatters on the clover Blossoms and dewdrops — at the bent spray's edge — That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, Lest you should think he never could recapture...
431. oldal - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake...
449. oldal - Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, ye Whose agonies are evils of a day ! — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay.
151. oldal - Doth any man doubt, that if there were taken out of men's minds vain opinions, flattering hopes, false valuations, imaginations as one would, and the like, but it would leave the minds of a number of men poor shrunken things, full of melancholy and indisposition, and unpleasing to themselves?
179. oldal - Love took my hand, and smiling did reply, Who made the eyes but I ? Truth, Lord, but I have marred them : let my shame Go where it doth deserve.