Century Readings for a Course in English LiteratureJohn William Cunliffe, James Francis Augustin Pyre, Karl Young Century Company, 1911 - 1143 páginas |
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... Stand you still , master , ' quoth Litle John , ' Under this trusty tree , And I will goe to yond wight yeoman , To know his meaning trulye . ' 9. ' A , John , by me thou setts noe store , 35 And that's a ffarley thinge ; How offt send ...
... Stand you still , master , ' quoth Litle John , ' Under this trusty tree , And I will goe to yond wight yeoman , To know his meaning trulye . ' 9. ' A , John , by me thou setts noe store , 35 And that's a ffarley thinge ; How offt send ...
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... Stand abacke ! stand abacke ! ' sayd Robin ; ' Why draw you mee soe neere ? Itt was never the use in our countrye Ones shrift another shold heere . ' 215 220 55 But Robin pulled forth an Irysh kniffe , And losed John hand and ffoote ...
... Stand abacke ! stand abacke ! ' sayd Robin ; ' Why draw you mee soe neere ? Itt was never the use in our countrye Ones shrift another shold heere . ' 215 220 55 But Robin pulled forth an Irysh kniffe , And losed John hand and ffoote ...
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... stand tul they doun fa , Mither , mither , 35 Ile let thame stand tul they down fa , For here nevir mair maun I bee O. ' 40 6. And what wul ye leive to your bairns and your wife , Edward , Edward ? And what wul ye leive to your bairns ...
... stand tul they doun fa , Mither , mither , 35 Ile let thame stand tul they down fa , For here nevir mair maun I bee O. ' 40 6. And what wul ye leive to your bairns and your wife , Edward , Edward ? And what wul ye leive to your bairns ...
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... But when I find the lack , Lord , how I mourn ! When other lovers in arms across , ΙΟ Rejoice their chief delight , Drowned in tears to mourn my loss , I stand the bitter night 25 In my window , where I may see Before the COMPLAINT 59.
... But when I find the lack , Lord , how I mourn ! When other lovers in arms across , ΙΟ Rejoice their chief delight , Drowned in tears to mourn my loss , I stand the bitter night 25 In my window , where I may see Before the COMPLAINT 59.
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... stand ! ) And to the field alone he speedeth , ( Ay little helpe to harme there needeth . ) Anger nould let him speake to the tree , Enaunter his rage mought cooled bee ; But to the roote bent his sturdy stroke , And made many wounds in ...
... stand ! ) And to the field alone he speedeth , ( Ay little helpe to harme there needeth . ) Anger nould let him speake to the tree , Enaunter his rage mought cooled bee ; But to the roote bent his sturdy stroke , And made many wounds in ...
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Página 523 - I wandered lonely as a cloud" I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Página 608 - Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed: And on the pedestal these words appear : 'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair !
Página 150 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed, whereon it must expire, Consumed with that...
Página 618 - I BRING fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Página 519 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The child is father of the man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
Página 557 - Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail, Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail : And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever It flung up momently the sacred river. Five miles meandering with a mazy motion Through wood and dale the sacred river ran, Then reached the caverns measureless to man, And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean: And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far Ancestral voices prophesying war!
Página 640 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine; Fast fading violets cover'd up in leaves; And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.
Página 152 - s not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Página 608 - I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed: And on the pedestal these words appear: 'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Página 528 - Do take a sober coloring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality : Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, — To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.