Century Readings for a Course in English LiteratureJohn William Cunliffe, James Francis Augustine Pyre, Karl Young |
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... Guenever and Launcelot , and containeth thirteen chapters . The twen- tieth book treateth of the piteous death of Arthur , and containeth twenty - two chapters . The twenty - first book treateth of his last departing , and how Sir Laun ...
... Guenever and Launcelot , and containeth thirteen chapters . The twen- tieth book treateth of the piteous death of Arthur , and containeth twenty - two chapters . The twenty - first book treateth of his last departing , and how Sir Laun ...
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... Guenever would never for fair speech nor for foul , would never trust to come in his hands again . Then came the Bishop of Canter- 25 bury , the which was a noble clerk and an holy man , and thus he said to Sir Mordred : Sir , what will ...
... Guenever would never for fair speech nor for foul , would never trust to come in his hands again . Then came the Bishop of Canter- 25 bury , the which was a noble clerk and an holy man , and thus he said to Sir Mordred : Sir , what will ...
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... Guenever , and so had he done had she not put herself in the Tower of London . And so the tenth day of May last past , my lord Arthur and we all landed upon them at Dover ; and there we put that false traitor , Sir Mordred , to flight ...
... Guenever , and so had he done had she not put herself in the Tower of London . And so the tenth day of May last past , my lord Arthur and we all landed upon them at Dover ; and there we put that false traitor , Sir Mordred , to flight ...
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... GUENEVER MADE HER A NUN IN ALMESBURY 10 Yet some men say in many parts of England that King Arthur is not dead , but had by the will of our Lord Jesu into another place ; and men say that he shall come again , and he shall win the holy ...
... GUENEVER MADE HER A NUN IN ALMESBURY 10 Yet some men say in many parts of England that King Arthur is not dead , but had by the will of our Lord Jesu into another place ; and men say that he shall come again , and he shall win the holy ...
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... Guenever , for as I hear say she hath had great pain and much disease ; and I heard say that she is fled into the West . There- fore ye all shall abide me here , and but if I come again within fifteen days , then 35 take your ships and ...
... Guenever , for as I hear say she hath had great pain and much disease ; and I heard say that she is fled into the West . There- fore ye all shall abide me here , and but if I come again within fifteen days , then 35 take your ships and ...
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Antistrophe beauty breath bright called church Church of England clouds dark dead dear death deep delight Demogorgon doth dream earth eyes fair fear feel fire flowers Gawaine gentle give glory grace Guenever hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven honor hope hour king King Arthur lady land leave light live look Lord Lucan the Butler mind nature never night noble nymph o'er pain passed passion pleasure poems poet poetry praise rest Robin Hood round Samian wine Semichorus sigh sight sing Sir Bedivere Sir Ector Sir Launcelot Sir Lucan Sir Mordred sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit stars sweet tears tell thee ther thine things thought tion truth unto verse weary weep wind wings words wyllowe youth
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Page 616 - 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 !
Page 152 - That time of year thou may'st 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 seest 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 seest 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 399 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. "Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn...
Page 150 - 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 527 - 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.
Page 565 - 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!
Page 518 - These plots of cottage-ground, these orchard-tufts, Which at this season, with their unripe fruits, Are clad in one green hue, and lose themselves 'Mid groves and copses. Once again I see These hedge-rows, hardly hedge-rows, little lines Of sportive wood run wild : these pastoral farms, Green to the very door: and wreaths of smoke Sent up, in silence, from among the trees!
Page 240 - Bitter constraint, and sad occasion dear, Compels me to disturb your season due : For Lycidas* is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer : Who would not sing for Lycidas ? He knew Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme. He must not float upon his watery bier Unwept, and welter to the parching wind, Without the meed of some melodious tear.
Page 519 - My dear, dear Friend; and in thy voice I catch The language of my former heart, and read My former pleasures in the shooting lights Of thy wild eyes. Oh! yet a little while May I behold in thee what I was once, 1*° My dear, dear Sister! and this prayer I make, Knowing that Nature never did betray The heart that loved her...
Page 648 - Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth...