Century Types of English Literature Chronologically ArrangedCentury Company, 1925 - 1144 strán (strany) |
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Strana xii
... morning have I seen Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore No longer mourn for me when I am dead That time of year thou mayst in me behold To me , fair friend , you never can be old When in the chronicle of wasted time lx ...
... morning have I seen Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore No longer mourn for me when I am dead That time of year thou mayst in me behold To me , fair friend , you never can be old When in the chronicle of wasted time lx ...
Strana xiii
... Morning Dew To Anthea , Who May Command Him Anything To Daffodils A Thanksgiving to God for His House PAGE 239 239 239 240 240 240 240 241 241 241 242 242 242 242 243 243 243 243 244 244 244 245 245 245 246 247 247 247 247 248 248 249 ...
... Morning Dew To Anthea , Who May Command Him Anything To Daffodils A Thanksgiving to God for His House PAGE 239 239 239 240 240 240 240 241 241 241 242 242 242 242 243 243 243 243 244 244 244 245 245 245 246 247 247 247 247 248 248 249 ...
Strana xvii
... Morning The Last Ride Together Saul Andrea del Sarto Rabbi Ben Ezra Confessions Prospice Youth and Art Why I Am a Liberal Asolando : Epilogue ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING ( 1806-1861 ) Sonnets from the Portuguese : I thought once how ...
... Morning The Last Ride Together Saul Andrea del Sarto Rabbi Ben Ezra Confessions Prospice Youth and Art Why I Am a Liberal Asolando : Epilogue ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING ( 1806-1861 ) Sonnets from the Portuguese : I thought once how ...
Strana 5
... morning . was raised . The noble prince , time- honored atheling , sat joyless ; the mighty one suffered , bore deep sorrow for his thanes , when they beheld the footprint of the loathed one , the accursed spirit . Too fierce was that ...
... morning . was raised . The noble prince , time- honored atheling , sat joyless ; the mighty one suffered , bore deep sorrow for his thanes , when they beheld the footprint of the loathed one , the accursed spirit . Too fierce was that ...
Strana 10
... morning , when day dawned , this mead - hall , the warriors ' room , was smeared with blood - all the benches dripping with gore - the hall stained with the blood of strife . I possessed the fewer liegemen , a beloved band , for them ...
... morning , when day dawned , this mead - hall , the warriors ' room , was smeared with blood - all the benches dripping with gore - the hall stained with the blood of strife . I possessed the fewer liegemen , a beloved band , for them ...
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Century Types of English Literature: Chronologically Arranged George William McClelland Úplné zobrazenie - 1925 |
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Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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...
Strana 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...
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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...
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.