English Literature: With Illustrations from Poetry and ProseB. Blackwell, 1923 - 293 páginas |
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... delight a sea - loving race like ours . Beowulf showed the warriors how , in this friendly bout , he and Breca had found common foes in the deadly sea - creatures : When on the narrow sea we rowed , A naked sword had we hard in hand ...
... delight a sea - loving race like ours . Beowulf showed the warriors how , in this friendly bout , he and Breca had found common foes in the deadly sea - creatures : When on the narrow sea we rowed , A naked sword had we hard in hand ...
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... delights , to show us that human nature does not change much with the passing of the ages . Medb , not knowing what to do , summoned her chief messenger , macRoth , who told her that Darè , chieftain of Cualnge , in Ulster , owned a ...
... delights , to show us that human nature does not change much with the passing of the ages . Medb , not knowing what to do , summoned her chief messenger , macRoth , who told her that Darè , chieftain of Cualnge , in Ulster , owned a ...
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... delighted in a story of daring and adventurous life . But if we go below the surface , a likeness between the two can be traced . In both we find interest in human character and in the happenings which arise out of human differences ...
... delighted in a story of daring and adventurous life . But if we go below the surface , a likeness between the two can be traced . In both we find interest in human character and in the happenings which arise out of human differences ...
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... delight each May - morning : If these delights thy mind may move Then live with me and be my Love . The Passionate Shepherd was not the only lover whom Marlowe knew . In his tragedy , Dr. Faustus , a scholar who had sold his soul for ...
... delight each May - morning : If these delights thy mind may move Then live with me and be my Love . The Passionate Shepherd was not the only lover whom Marlowe knew . In his tragedy , Dr. Faustus , a scholar who had sold his soul for ...
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... delight ! And oh , Greensleeves was my heart of gold ! And who but my lady Greensleeves ? I bought thee petticoats of the best , The cloth as fine as might be ; I gave thee jewels for thy chest And all this cost I spent on thee , For oh ...
... delight ! And oh , Greensleeves was my heart of gold ! And who but my lady Greensleeves ? I bought thee petticoats of the best , The cloth as fine as might be ; I gave thee jewels for thy chest And all this cost I spent on thee , For oh ...
Términos y frases comunes
A. H. BULLEN ballad beautiful Ben Jonson Beowulf birds Blodeuwedd called century cloud colour Connacht Cuchulain Darè dark dear death delight doth drama dreams earth elegy Elizabethan England English Epic essay eyes fair Ferdiad flowers garden gold Grendel grey Gwydion hand hath heart Heaven honour Houyhnhnm Hrothgar human King Kinmont Willie lament land Latin learning light lines literary literature live Lord Scroope Medb melody Milton natural never night o'er passage peace perhaps Pindaric pipe plays poem poet poetry prose Pryderi Queen race rime rose satire scholar seems sestet Shakespeare shepherd silver sing Sir Ector Sir Kay sleep song sonnet sorrow soul sound star story sweet sword tell thee thine things Thomas thou hast thought tree unto verse W. B. YEATS Wigláf wind words writing written wrote youth
Pasajes populares
Página 98 - REAPER. BEHOLD her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass ! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass ! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen ! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
Página 89 - 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?
Página 78 - O eloquent, just, and mighty Death! whom none could advise, thou hast persuaded; what none hath dared, thou hast done; and whom all the world hath flattered, thou only hast cast out of the world and despised: thou hast drawn together all the far-stretched greatness, all the pride, cruelty, and ambition of man, and covered it all over with these two narrow words, Hie jacet.
Página 62 - Queen and Huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep> Seated in thy silver chair State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess excellently bright. Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose; Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess excellently bright. Lay thy bow of pearl apart And thy crystal-shining quiver; Give unto the flying hart Space to breathe, how short soever: Thou that mak'st...
Página 61 - When daffodils begin to peer, With heigh ! the doxy over the dale, Why then comes in the sweet o' the year ; For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale. The white sheet bleaching on the hedge, With heigh ! the sweet birds, O, how they sing ! Doth set my pugging tooth on edge ; For a quart of ale is a dish for a king. The lark that tirra-lirra...
Página 40 - Hurled headlong flaming from th' ethereal sky, With hideous ruin and combustion, down To bottomless perdition, there to dwell In adamantine chains and penal fire, Who durst defy th
Página 60 - With coral clasps and amber studs ; And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love.
Página 283 - I WILL arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made: Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honey bee, And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
Página 282 - And because the breath of flowers is far sweeter in the air (where it comes and goes, like the warbling of music,) than in the hand, therefore nothing is more fit for that delight, than to know what be the flowers and plants that do best perfume the air.
Página 268 - Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades, and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks; Throw hither all your quaint enamell'd eyes, That on the green turf suck the honied showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.