Century Readings for a Course in English Literature, Volume 1John William Cunliffe, James Francis Augustin Pyre, Karl Young, James Francis Augustine Pyre |
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... Wise XXVIII - Of Expense XXXII Of Discourse -- PAGE • 174 175 175 175 175 175 176 176 176 177 177 177 177 177 · 178 • 178 178 178 178 179 179 179 179 180 181 182 182 182 183 183 183 183 184 185 185 185 186 187 187 188 189 189 190 191 ...
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... wise that might be done . And then Sir Mordred sought the Bishop 50 of Canterbury , for to have slain him . Then the bishop fled , and took part of his goods with him , and went nigh unto Glastonbury ; and there he was as priest hermit ...
... wise that might be done . And then Sir Mordred sought the Bishop 50 of Canterbury , for to have slain him . Then the bishop fled , and took part of his goods with him , and went nigh unto Glastonbury ; and there he was as priest hermit ...
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... wise ye do battle as to - morn , but that ye take a treaty for a month day ; and proffer you largely , so as to - morn to be put in a de- lay . And then the king let search all the towns for his knights that were slain , and interred ...
... wise ye do battle as to - morn , but that ye take a treaty for a month day ; and proffer you largely , so as to - morn to be put in a de- lay . And then the king let search all the towns for his knights that were slain , and interred ...
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... wise trust him . ' In like wise Sir 25 Mordred warned his host that : ' An ye 40 see any sword drawn , look that ye come on fiercely , and so slay all that ever be- fore you standeth ; for in no wise I will not trust for this treaty ...
... wise trust him . ' In like wise Sir 25 Mordred warned his host that : ' An ye 40 see any sword drawn , look that ye come on fiercely , and so slay all that ever be- fore you standeth ; for in no wise I will not trust for this treaty ...
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... wise hardely Ye wolde answere , whosoever it were , in way of company . 66 It is sayd of olde , sone hote , sone colde , " and so is a woman ; 125 Wherfore I too the woode wyl goo , alone , a banysshid man . ' ' Yef ye take hede , yet ...
... wise hardely Ye wolde answere , whosoever it were , in way of company . 66 It is sayd of olde , sone hote , sone colde , " and so is a woman ; 125 Wherfore I too the woode wyl goo , alone , a banysshid man . ' ' Yef ye take hede , yet ...
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Antistrophe beauty Beowulf blood called Church dead dear death delight doth dread earth England English eyes Faery Queen fair fear fire flowers give gold Goths grace green Grendel Guenever hand hast hath head Healfdene hear heart heaven Heorot honor Hrothgar Hygelac Julius Cæsar king King Arthur kiss knight lady land leave light live look lord mighty mind Muse nature never noble nymph o'er pain pleasure poet praise prince queen quoth rest rich round Scyldings ship sigh sight sing Sir Bedivere Sir Ector Sir Gawain Sir Launcelot Sir Lucan Sir Mordred sleep song sorrow soul sweet sword tears tell thee ther thine things thou art thought tion true truth unto verse weene weep Weohstan wind wise words wound youth
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Page 152 - 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...
Page 161 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Page 494 - Then kneeling down to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays; Hope 'springs exulting on triumphant wing,' That thus they all shall meet in future days, There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear, While circling Time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Page 360 - Favors to none, to all she smiles extends; Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride, Might hide her faults, if belles had faults to hide: If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget 'em all.
Page 151 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my State with kings.
Page 488 - Tiger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire? And what shoulder, and what art, Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand? and what dread feet? What the hammer? what the chain? In what furnace was thy brain? What the anvil? what dread grasp Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
Page 155 - Tu-whit, tu-who ! a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted...
Page 185 - Let us roll all our strength and all Our sweetness up into one ball, And tear our pleasures with rough strife Thorough the iron gates of life. Thus, though we cannot make our sun Stand still, yet we will make him run.
Page 173 - GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying: And this same flower that smiles to-day To-morrow will be dying. The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, The higher he's a-getting The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting. That age is best which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse, and worst Times, still succeed the former. Then be not coy, but use your time; And while ye may, go marry: For having lost but once your prime, You may...
Page 240 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life. "But not the praise...