Century Readings for a Course in English LiteratureJohn William Cunliffe, James Francis Augustine Pyre, Karl Young Century Company, 1910 - 13 psl. |
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... breath grew strang , her hair grew lang , And twisted thrice about the tree , And all the people , far and near , Thought that a savage beast was she . 15 5. These news did come to Kemp Owyne , Where he lived , far beyond the sea ; 20 ...
... breath grew strang , her hair grew lang , And twisted thrice about the tree , And all the people , far and near , Thought that a savage beast was she . 15 5. These news did come to Kemp Owyne , Where he lived , far beyond the sea ; 20 ...
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... breath : Small keep took he , whom Fortune frowned on , Or whom she lifted up into the throne Of high renown ; but , as a living death , So , dead alive , of life he drew the breath . The body's rest , the quiet of the heart , 285 The ...
... breath : Small keep took he , whom Fortune frowned on , Or whom she lifted up into the throne Of high renown ; but , as a living death , So , dead alive , of life he drew the breath . The body's rest , the quiet of the heart , 285 The ...
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... breath : 335 For brief , the shape and messenger of Death . And fast by him pale Malady was placed , Sore sick in bed , her color all foregone , Bereft of stomach , savor , and of taste , Ne could she brook no meat , but broths alone ...
... breath : 335 For brief , the shape and messenger of Death . And fast by him pale Malady was placed , Sore sick in bed , her color all foregone , Bereft of stomach , savor , and of taste , Ne could she brook no meat , but broths alone ...
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... breath of her mouth like the princely stag , the serpents that were engendered by the breath of the huge elephant , so that now all her enemies are as whist as the bird Attagen , who never singeth any tune after she is taken , nor they ...
... breath of her mouth like the princely stag , the serpents that were engendered by the breath of the huge elephant , so that now all her enemies are as whist as the bird Attagen , who never singeth any tune after she is taken , nor they ...
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... breath , Whose witt is weakenesse , whose wage is death , Whose way is wildernesse , whose ynne penaunce , And stoopegallaunt age , the hoste of gree- vaunce . 90 But shall I tel thee a tale of truth , Which I cond of Tityrus in my ...
... breath , Whose witt is weakenesse , whose wage is death , Whose way is wildernesse , whose ynne penaunce , And stoopegallaunt age , the hoste of gree- vaunce . 90 But shall I tel thee a tale of truth , Which I cond of Tityrus in my ...
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Century Readings for a Course in English Literature, 2 tomas John William Cunliffe Visos knygos peržiūra - 1914 |
Century Readings for a Course in English Literature John William Cunliffe,James Francis Augustin Pyre,Karl Young Visos knygos peržiūra - 1921 |
Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
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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616 psl. - 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 !
152 psl. - 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...
399 psl. - 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...
150 psl. - 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.
527 psl. - 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.
565 psl. - 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!
518 psl. - 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!
240 psl. - 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.
519 psl. - 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...
648 psl. - 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...