History of English Literature, 1. kötetColonial Press, 1900 |
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45. oldal
... gold , now that Högni lives not . Ever was I wavering while we both lived : now am I so no longer , as I alone survive . ' " 15 It was the last insult of the self - confident man , who values neither his own life nor that of another ...
... gold , now that Högni lives not . Ever was I wavering while we both lived : now am I so no longer , as I alone survive . ' " 15 It was the last insult of the self - confident man , who values neither his own life nor that of another ...
55. oldal
... gold coins from their purse , and all the treasures from their caskets ; his long verses flow by with their cadences , and spread out like a purple robe under an Ionian sun . Here the clumsy - fingered poet crowds and clashes his ideas ...
... gold coins from their purse , and all the treasures from their caskets ; his long verses flow by with their cadences , and spread out like a purple robe under an Ionian sun . Here the clumsy - fingered poet crowds and clashes his ideas ...
98. oldal
... gold begrave : Off pure gold was the stave . Her mast was of yvory ; Off samyte the sayl wytterly . Her ropes wer off tuely sylk , Al so whyt as ony mylk . That noble schyp was al withoute , With clothys of golde sprede aboute ; And her ...
... gold begrave : Off pure gold was the stave . Her mast was of yvory ; Off samyte the sayl wytterly . Her ropes wer off tuely sylk , Al so whyt as ony mylk . That noble schyp was al withoute , With clothys of golde sprede aboute ; And her ...
99. oldal
... gold , Indent with azure many a fold ; Your quire nor organ song shall want , With contre - note and descant . The other half on organs playing , With young children full fain singing . Then shall ye go to your supper , And sit in tents ...
... gold , Indent with azure many a fold ; Your quire nor organ song shall want , With contre - note and descant . The other half on organs playing , With young children full fain singing . Then shall ye go to your supper , And sit in tents ...
100. oldal
... gold shall hang aloft , With long paper fair burning , And cloves that be sweet smelling . Frankincense and olibanum , That when ye sleep the taste may come ; And if ye no rest can take , All night minstrels for you shall wake . " 19 ...
... gold shall hang aloft , With long paper fair burning , And cloves that be sweet smelling . Frankincense and olibanum , That when ye sleep the taste may come ; And if ye no rest can take , All night minstrels for you shall wake . " 19 ...
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354. oldal - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it : for I love you so, That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe.
391. oldal - She should have died hereafter ; There would have been a time for such a word. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death.
390. oldal - But let the frame of things disjoint, both the worlds suffer, Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep In the affliction of these terrible dreams, That shake us nightly : better be with the dead, Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy.
407. oldal - With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries ; The honey bags steal from the humble-bees, And, for night-tapers, crop their waxen thighs, And light them at the fiery glowworm's eyes...
393. oldal - O most wicked speed, to post With such dexterity to incestuous sheets, It is not nor it cannot come to good; But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue!
392. oldal - O, that this too too solid flesh would melt, Thaw and resolve itself into a dew ! Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd His canon 'gainst self-slaughter!
404. oldal - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players: They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
346. oldal - When, in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries And look upon myself and curse my fate. Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope.
393. oldal - Remember thee? Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there; And. thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven.
389. oldal - One cried, God bless us ! and, Amen, the other ; As they had seen me, with these hangman's hands, Listening their fear. I could not say, amen, When they did say, God bless us.