English Poetry (1170-1892).Ginn, 1907 - 580 strán (strany) |
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... herte thu hem holde . 388 19 392 396 348 Horn , beo me wel trewe ; Horn is fairer thane beo he , With muchel schame mote thu deie . " " 1 Ne schal hit the nevre rewe . " 24 Horn in herte leide Athelbrus in a stunde 32 Al that he him ...
... herte thu hem holde . 388 19 392 396 348 Horn , beo me wel trewe ; Horn is fairer thane beo he , With muchel schame mote thu deie . " " 1 Ne schal hit the nevre rewe . " 24 Horn in herte leide Athelbrus in a stunde 32 Al that he him ...
Strana 7
... herte was ful wo , And tok hire on his armes two . 460 He gan hire for to kesse , Wel ofte mid ywisse.20 21 " Lemman , " " he sede , " dere , Thin herte nu thu stere.22 464 Help me to knigte , Bi al thine migte , To my lord the king ...
... herte was ful wo , And tok hire on his armes two . 460 He gan hire for to kesse , Wel ofte mid ywisse.20 21 " Lemman , " " he sede , " dere , Thin herte nu thu stere.22 464 Help me to knigte , Bi al thine migte , To my lord the king ...
Strana 15
... herte thrange , " My breste in bale 18 bot bolne and bele.1 Yet thoght me never so swete a sange As stylle stounde 20 let to me stele ; 21 Forsothe ther fleten " to me fele , 22 . To thenke hir color so clad in clot ! 23 O moul " thou ...
... herte thrange , " My breste in bale 18 bot bolne and bele.1 Yet thoght me never so swete a sange As stylle stounde 20 let to me stele ; 21 Forsothe ther fleten " to me fele , 22 . To thenke hir color so clad in clot ! 23 O moul " thou ...
Strana 24
... herte and his visage Lich unto twenty wynter age ; Hise hore heres were away , And lich unto the freisshe Maii , Whan passed ben the colde schoures , Riht so recovereth he his floures . 4159 4170 WILLIAM LANGLAND ? ( 1332 ? -1400 ...
... herte and his visage Lich unto twenty wynter age ; Hise hore heres were away , And lich unto the freisshe Maii , Whan passed ben the colde schoures , Riht so recovereth he his floures . 4159 4170 WILLIAM LANGLAND ? ( 1332 ? -1400 ...
Strana 29
... herte may to - breste , " And she nought love ayein , but - if hir leste.28 1 silly 2 what sort of have perplexities 606 8 foolish • is not 7 cautious 8 as if to say 9 cruel 10 planned some- 11 avenged 12 made known 13 14 pluck purpose ...
... herte may to - breste , " And she nought love ayein , but - if hir leste.28 1 silly 2 what sort of have perplexities 606 8 foolish • is not 7 cautious 8 as if to say 9 cruel 10 planned some- 11 avenged 12 made known 13 14 pluck purpose ...
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Antistrophe arms beauty breast breath bright Chaucer Corydon dark dead dear death dost doth doun dread dream earth eyes face fair fear flowers forto frae grace grief hand hast hath hear heart Heaven herte Hind Horn king knyght kyng lady Lady of Shalott LAYAMON light live look Lord mind Mother Muse myght ne'er never night nought numbers nymph o'er Oxus poem praise quath quoth rest rose round Rustum ryght sayd sche shal shine sigh sight sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul speke spirit stars stood sweet swich tears thanne thee ther thine thing thou art thought thow thro trewe twas Tydeus unto voice wacz weep whan wild wind wolde words wyde wyll Wyth youth ΙΟ ΤΟ
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Strana 385 - 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!
Strana 459 - Death closes all: but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods. The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks: The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, 'Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths 60 Of all the western stars, until I die.
Strana 476 - ... 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...
Strana 385 - Thy waters washed them power while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: not so thou, Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play; Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow; Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.
Strana 408 - He is made one with Nature: there is heard His voice in all her music, from the moan Of thunder, to the song of night's sweet bird; He is a presence to be felt and known In darkness and in light, from herb and stone, Spreading itself where'er that Power may move Which has withdrawn his being to its own; Which wields the world with never-wearied love, Sustains it from beneath, and kindles it above.
Strana 434 - Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, — I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life! - and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
Strana 340 - Which we are toiling all our lives to find, In darkness lost, the darkness of the grave; Thou, over whom thy Immortality Broods like the Day, a Master o'er a Slave, A Presence which is not to be put by...
Strana 356 - 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. Water, water, everywhere, And all the boards did shrink: Water, water, everywhere, Nor any drop to drink.
Strana 121 - Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part! Nay, I have done. You get no more of me! And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free. Shake hands for ever! Cancel all our vows! And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain. Now at the last gasp of Love's latest breath, When, his pulse failing, Passion speechless lies, When Faith is kneeling by his bed of death, And Innocence is closing up his...