English Prose and PoetryGinn, 1926 - Всего страниц: 882 |
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... stand and steadfast hold them ; He bade them rightly their bucklers to handle , 20 To grip them firmly , and to fear ... stands unafraid an earl with his warriors , Who are eager to fight in defence of this land , The country of ...
... stand and steadfast hold them ; He bade them rightly their bucklers to handle , 20 To grip them firmly , and to fear ... stands unafraid an earl with his warriors , Who are eager to fight in defence of this land , The country of ...
Стр. xxxii
... stand victor over the slaughter- field . " 95 On came the war - wolves , for the water they recked not The Viking - warriors , west over Panta ; Over sheer water their shields they bore , Landward the seamen bore their lindens . There ...
... stand victor over the slaughter- field . " 95 On came the war - wolves , for the water they recked not The Viking - warriors , west over Panta ; Over sheer water their shields they bore , Landward the seamen bore their lindens . There ...
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... stand , 172 Now , Merciful Maker , most need have I 175 That Thou should'st grant grace to my spirit , That to Thee my soul safely may journey , That into Thy power , O Prince of the angels , In peace it may pass ; and I pray Thee ...
... stand , 172 Now , Merciful Maker , most need have I 175 That Thou should'st grant grace to my spirit , That to Thee my soul safely may journey , That into Thy power , O Prince of the angels , In peace it may pass ; and I pray Thee ...
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... stand him a stroke , stiff on this floor , If thou wilt but grant me the grace to give him another , In fay ; Yet respite shall there be A twelvemonth and a day ; Now hasten and let us see If any here dare aught say . " XIV 300 If they ...
... stand him a stroke , stiff on this floor , If thou wilt but grant me the grace to give him another , In fay ; Yet respite shall there be A twelvemonth and a day ; Now hasten and let us see If any here dare aught say . " XIV 300 If they ...
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... Stand abacke ! stand abacke ! " sayd Robin ; " Why draw you mee soe nere ? Itt was never the use in our countrye Ones shrift another shold heere . " 220 55. But Robin pulled forth an Irysh kniffe , And losed John hand and ffoote , And ...
... Stand abacke ! stand abacke ! " sayd Robin ; " Why draw you mee soe nere ? Itt was never the use in our countrye Ones shrift another shold heere . " 220 55. But Robin pulled forth an Irysh kniffe , And losed John hand and ffoote , And ...
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Стр. 142 - 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.
Стр. 533 - As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains : but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringer of new things ; and vile it were For some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge like a sinking star. Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.
Стр. 415 - Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company! — To walk together to the kirk, And all together pray, While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends And youths and maidens gay!
Стр. 547 - Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, — I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life!
Стр. 552 - for Aix is in sight !" "How they'll greet us !" — and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone ; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets
Стр. 494 - WITH fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat, in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread — Stitch! stitch! stitch! In poverty, hunger, and dirt; And still with a voice of dolorous pitch She sang the
Стр. 651 - Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold me by the hand, Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay. Remember me when no more, day by day, You tell me of our future that you planned: Only remember me; you understand It will be late to counsel then or pray. Yet if you should forget me for a while And afterwards remember, do not grieve: For if the darkness and corruption leave A vestige of the thoughts that once I had, Better by far you should forget...
Стр. 450 - Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, ye Whose agonies are evils of a day ! — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay.
Стр. 533 - Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows ; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down : It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Tho...
Стр. 432 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake...