Masterpieces in English Literature, & Lessons in the English Language...J.W. Schermerhorn & Company, 1874 - 437 páginas |
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... sleep , or wake , or roam , or ride , Aye fleeth the time ; it will no man abide . " And though your greene youthe flower as yet , In creepeth age alway as still as stone : And death menaceth every age , and smit In each estate , for ...
... sleep , or wake , or roam , or ride , Aye fleeth the time ; it will no man abide . " And though your greene youthe flower as yet , In creepeth age alway as still as stone : And death menaceth every age , and smit In each estate , for ...
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... sleep , Till she out of her mazedness abraid . “ Griseld , ” quoth he , " by God that for us deyd , Thou art my wife , none other I ne have , Ne never had , as God my soule save ! " This is my daughter , which thou hast supposed To be ...
... sleep , Till she out of her mazedness abraid . “ Griseld , ” quoth he , " by God that for us deyd , Thou art my wife , none other I ne have , Ne never had , as God my soule save ! " This is my daughter , which thou hast supposed To be ...
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... sleep thus long , When meeter were that ye should now awake To await the coming of your joyous make , And hearken to the birds ' love - learned song The dewy leaves among ? For they of joy and pleasaunce to you sing , That all the woods ...
... sleep thus long , When meeter were that ye should now awake To await the coming of your joyous make , And hearken to the birds ' love - learned song The dewy leaves among ? For they of joy and pleasaunce to you sing , That all the woods ...
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... sleep and wake , after she weary was With bathing in the Acidalian brook . Now it is night , ye damsels may be gone And leave my love alone , And leave likewise your former lay to sing . The woods no more shall answer , nor your echo ...
... sleep and wake , after she weary was With bathing in the Acidalian brook . Now it is night , ye damsels may be gone And leave my love alone , And leave likewise your former lay to sing . The woods no more shall answer , nor your echo ...
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... sleep , May pour his limbs forth on your pleasant plain ; The whiles an hundred little winged Loves , Like divers ... sleeps , But walks about high heaven all the night ? O fairest goddess , do not thou envy My love with me to spy ...
... sleep , May pour his limbs forth on your pleasant plain ; The whiles an hundred little winged Loves , Like divers ... sleeps , But walks about high heaven all the night ? O fairest goddess , do not thou envy My love with me to spy ...
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Masterpieces in English Literature and Lessons in the English Language Homer B. Sprague Sin vista previa disponible - 1878 |
Masterpieces in English Literature, and Lessons in the English Language Homer Baxter Sprague Sin vista previa disponible - 2006 |
Términos y frases comunes
adjective Analyze Apollyon Areopagitica Banquo behold Bunyan burthen By-ends called Christian Complete the analysis Comus death denotes doth dream English English language Enter equivalents evil eyes Faerie Queene fair Faithful father fear Fleance force gate give Goth grace Grimm's law Griseld hand hath hear heard heart heaven Hecate holy honor Hopeful John Bunyan Julius Cæsar king Lady Lady Macbeth language licensing live look Lord loud Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff means Milton mind moderate never night onomatopoetic Paradise Lost Pilgrim's Progress pilgrims pitch poet pray predicate queen quick religion Rosse SCENE sentence Shakespeare shepherds sleep slides soul sound speak Spenser spirits stress sweet synonymes talk tell Thane thee things thou art thou hast thought told truth unto verb voice walk wife wise word Write
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Página 185 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory, Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Página 236 - Methinks I see in my mind a noble and puissant nation rousing herself like a strong man after sleep, and shaking her invincible locks. Methinks I see her as an eagle mewing her mighty youth, and kindling her undazzled eyes at the full mid-day beam...
Página 128 - Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Or else worth all the rest; I see thee still, And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood, Which was not so before. There's no such thing: It is the bloody business which informs Thus to mine eyes. Now o'er the...
Página 383 - The glory of his nostrils is terrible. He paweth in the valley and rejoiceth in his strength: He goeth on to meet the armed men. He mocketh at fear, and is not affrighted; Neither turneth he back from the sword. The quiver rattleth against him, the glittering spear and the shield. He swalloweth the ground with fierceness and rage: Neither believeth he that it is the sound of the trumpet. He saith among the trumpets, Ha, ha; And he smelleth the battle afar off, the thunder of the captains, and the...
Página 185 - For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE ; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE.
Página 185 - Golden bells ! What a world of happiness their harmony foretells! Through the balmy air of night How they ring out their delight ! From the molten-golden notes, And all in tune, What a liquid ditty floats To the turtle-dove that listens, while she gloats On the moon!
Página 123 - To plague the inventor ; this even-handed Justice Commends the ingredients of our poisoned chalice To our own lips. He's here in double trust : First, as I am his kinsman and his subject. Strong both against the deed ; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself.
Página 120 - Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty ! make thick my blood, Stop up the access and passage to remorse, That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between The effect and it...
Página 122 - This guest of summer, The temple-haunting martlet, does approve By his loved mansionry that the heaven's breath Smells wooingly here : no jutty,* frieze, Buttress, nor coign* of vantage, but this bird Hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle : Where they most breed and haunt, I have observed The air is delicate.
Página 300 - See that ye refuse not him that speaketh : for if they escaped not who refused him that spake on earth, much more shall not we escape, if we turn away from him that speaketh from heaven...