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... side sat Agravain , à la dure main ; both were the king's sister's sons and full gal- lant knights . And at the end of the table was Bishop Bawdewyn , and Ywain , King Urien's son , sat at the other side alone . These were worthily ...
... side sat Agravain , à la dure main ; both were the king's sister's sons and full gal- lant knights . And at the end of the table was Bishop Bawdewyn , and Ywain , King Urien's son , sat at the other side alone . These were worthily ...
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... side , so that my liege lady thought it not ill , then would I come to your counsel before this goodly court . For I think it not seemly when such challenges be made in your hall that ye yourself should undertake it , while there are ...
... side , so that my liege lady thought it not ill , then would I come to your counsel before this goodly court . For I think it not seemly when such challenges be made in your hall that ye yourself should undertake it , while there are ...
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... side were they joined or sundered , nor could ye find beginning or end . And therefore on his shield was the knot shapen , red - gold upon red , which is the pure pentangle . Now was Sir Gawain ready , and he took his lance in hand ...
... side were they joined or sundered , nor could ye find beginning or end . And therefore on his shield was the knot shapen , red - gold upon red , which is the pure pentangle . Now was Sir Gawain ready , and he took his lance in hand ...
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... side were high hills , and thick woods below them of great hoar oaks , a hundred together , of hazel and hawthorn with their trailing boughs interwined , and rough ragged moss spreading everywhere . On the bare twigs the birds chirped ...
... side were high hills , and thick woods below them of great hoar oaks , a hundred together , of hazel and hawthorn with their trailing boughs interwined , and rough ragged moss spreading everywhere . On the bare twigs the birds chirped ...
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... side , to cheer his mood . She came to the bedside and looked on the knight , and Gawain gave her fit greeting , and she greeted him again with ready words , and sat her by his side and laughed , and with a sweet look she spoke to him ...
... side , to cheer his mood . She came to the bedside and looked on the knight , and Gawain gave her fit greeting , and she greeted him again with ready words , and sat her by his side and laughed , and with a sweet look she spoke to him ...
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Page 271 - Reading maketh a full man; conference a ready man; and writing an exact man. And therefore, if a man write little, he had need have a great memory; if he confer little, he had need have a present wit: and if he read little, he had need have much cunning, to seem to know that he doth not.
Page 636 - MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, > Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk : 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Page 777 - OH yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood; That nothing walks with aimless feet; That not one life shall be destroy'd, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
Page 701 - Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go mark him well; For him no minstrel raptures swell; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim; Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly...
Page 626 - Had half impair'd the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o'er her face ; Where thoughts serenely sweet express, How pure, how dear their dwelling-place. And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
Page 721 - And still she slept an azure-lidded sleep, In blanched linen, smooth, and lavender'd, While he from forth the closet brought a heap Of candied apple, quince, and plum, and gourd; With jellies soother than the creamy curd, And lucent syrops, tinct with cinnamon; Manna and dates, in argosy transferr'd From Fez; and spiced dainties, every one, From silken Samarcand to cedar'd Lebanon.
Page 733 - In a few days his lordship's town house was observed to be on fire. The thing took wing and now there was nothing to be seen but fires in every direction. Fuel and pigs grew enormously dear all over the district. The insurance offices one and all shut up shop. People built slighter and slighter every day, until it was feared that the very science of architecture would in no long time be lost to the world. Thus this custom of firing houses continued, till in process of time...
Page 701 - Caledonia ! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child ! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, Land of the mountain and the flood, Land of my sires ! what mortal hand Can e'er untie the filial band, That knits me to thy rugged strand ! Still, as I view each well-known scene, Think what is now, and what hath been, Seems as, to me, of all bereft, Sole friends thy woods and streams were left ; And thus I love them better still, Even in extremity of ill.
Page 237 - That without them dare to woo ; And unless that mind I see, What care I how great she be ? Great, or good, or kind, or fair, I will ne'er the more despair: If she love me, this believe, I will die ere she shall grieve : If she slight me when I woo, I can scorn and let her go ; For if she be not for me, What care I for whom she be ? George Wither.
Page 244 - Daffodils Fair daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon: As yet the early-rising sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the evensong; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along. » We have short time to stay as you; We have as short a spring; As quick a growth to meet decay, As you or anything. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the summer's rain; Or as the pearls of morning's dew, Ne'er to be found again.