English history, poetry and prose. Western EuropeDelphian Society, 1913 |
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... face , An ' if she meets an accident they call it sore disgrace : The Man - o ' - War's ' er ' usband , and ' e's always ' andy by , But , oh , the little cargo - boats ! they've got to load or die . The Liner she's a lady , an ' if a ...
... face , An ' if she meets an accident they call it sore disgrace : The Man - o ' - War's ' er ' usband , and ' e's always ' andy by , But , oh , the little cargo - boats ! they've got to load or die . The Liner she's a lady , an ' if a ...
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... face a period always destructive or perversive of the untrammeled literary advancement . The long reign of Elizabeth had been peculiarly favorable to the spread and influence of letters , and that splendid chapter in the history of ...
... face a period always destructive or perversive of the untrammeled literary advancement . The long reign of Elizabeth had been peculiarly favorable to the spread and influence of letters , and that splendid chapter in the history of ...
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... face , as he hadde been anoynt . He was a lord ful fat and in good poynt ; His eyen stepe , and rollynge in his heed , That stemed as a forneys of a leed ; His bootes souple , his hors in greet estat . Now certeynly he was a fair prelat ...
... face , as he hadde been anoynt . He was a lord ful fat and in good poynt ; His eyen stepe , and rollynge in his heed , That stemed as a forneys of a leed ; His bootes souple , his hors in greet estat . Now certeynly he was a fair prelat ...
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... face , and fair , and reed of hewe . She was a worthy womman al hir lyve , Housbondes at chirche - dore she hadde fyve , Withouten other compaignye in youthe , -But therof nedeth nat to speke as nouthe , - And thryes hadde she been at ...
... face , and fair , and reed of hewe . She was a worthy womman al hir lyve , Housbondes at chirche - dore she hadde fyve , Withouten other compaignye in youthe , -But therof nedeth nat to speke as nouthe , - And thryes hadde she been at ...
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... face all dead and pale , He darts from the thick bushes in his sight , Crying , " False , wicked traitor ! false Arcite ! Now art thou caught , that lov'st my lady so , For whom I suffer all this pain and woe ! Yet art my blood - bound ...
... face all dead and pale , He darts from the thick bushes in his sight , Crying , " False , wicked traitor ! false Arcite ! Now art thou caught , that lov'st my lady so , For whom I suffer all this pain and woe ! Yet art my blood - bound ...
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Página 133 - Less than archangel ruined, and the excess Of glory obscured ; as when the sun, new risen, Looks through the horizontal misty air Shorn of his beams, or from behind the moon, In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs.
Página 259 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion ; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Página 239 - Homer ruled as his demesne ; Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold : Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He...
Página 272 - To them I may have owed another gift, Of aspect more Sublime ; that blessed mood, In which the burthen of the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world, Is lightened : — that serene and blessed mood, In which the affections gently lead us on. — Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul : While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and...
Página 359 - The tumult and the shouting dies; The captains and the kings depart: Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice, An humble and a contrite heart. Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget — lest we forget!
Página 231 - It struggles and howls by fits; Over earth and ocean, with gentle motion, This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the genii that move In the depths of the purple sea; Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills, Over the lakes and the plains, Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream, The Spirit he loves remains; And I all the while bask in heaven's blue smile, Whilst he is dissolving in rains.
Página 136 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he returning chide, ' Doth God exact day-labor, light denied ?
Página 194 - At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorned the venerable place; Truth from his lips prevailed with double sway, And fools, who came to scoff, remained to pray.
Página 270 - O joy! that in our embers Is something that doth live, That nature yet remembers What was so fugitive! The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction: not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest — Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering...
Página 192 - Sweet smiling village, loveliest of the lawn, Thy sports are fled, and all thy charms withdrawn ; Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen, And desolation saddens all thy green : One only master grasps the whole domain, And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain ; No more thy glassy brook reflects the day, But, choked with sedges, works its weedy way ; Along thy glades, a solitary guest, The hollow-sounding bittern guards its nest ; Amidst thy desert walks the lapwing flies, And tires their echoes...