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... OF THE TYPES OF LITERATURE BY MABEL IRENE RICH " Head of the English Department Missoula County High School Missoula , Montana ILLUSTRATED NEW YORK THE CENTURY CO . 5479 Copyright , 1921 , by THE CENTURY Co. PRINTED 1922.
... OF THE TYPES OF LITERATURE BY MABEL IRENE RICH " Head of the English Department Missoula County High School Missoula , Montana ILLUSTRATED NEW YORK THE CENTURY CO . 5479 Copyright , 1921 , by THE CENTURY Co. PRINTED 1922.
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... head , let the waves bear Their gift to the sea ; sad was their soul , Mourning their mood.1 10 15 20 1 Garnett's translation of " Beowulf , " lines 26-42 : 47-50 . All these extracts used by special permission of Mrs. James Mercer ...
... head , let the waves bear Their gift to the sea ; sad was their soul , Mourning their mood.1 10 15 20 1 Garnett's translation of " Beowulf , " lines 26-42 : 47-50 . All these extracts used by special permission of Mrs. James Mercer ...
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... head . The weapons used in the struggle are " killing glances , " frowns , and piercing words . The supernatural beings who control the situation are not gods and goddesses , but tiny creatures - the sprites , nymphs , salamanders , and ...
... head . The weapons used in the struggle are " killing glances , " frowns , and piercing words . The supernatural beings who control the situation are not gods and goddesses , but tiny creatures - the sprites , nymphs , salamanders , and ...
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... head was doffed , and on his shoulders lay . Full tightly drawn his hose , all of the self - same green , Well clasped about his calf - there - under spurs full keen Of gold on silken lace , all striped in fashion bright , was gay That ...
... head was doffed , and on his shoulders lay . Full tightly drawn his hose , all of the self - same green , Well clasped about his calf - there - under spurs full keen Of gold on silken lace , all striped in fashion bright , was gay That ...
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... head a - down , that so his neck was free , His long and lovely locks , across the crown they fell , His bare neck to the nape all men might see right well . 20 Gawain , he gripped the axe , and swung it THE METRICAL ROMANCE 25.
... head a - down , that so his neck was free , His long and lovely locks , across the crown they fell , His bare neck to the nape all men might see right well . 20 Gawain , he gripped the axe , and swung it THE METRICAL ROMANCE 25.
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Page 218 - O, there be players that I have seen play, and heard others praise, and that highly, not to speak it profanely, that neither having the accent of Christians nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Page 78 - O WILD West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou, Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air)...
Page 231 - See what a grace was seated on this brow ; Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself, An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill ; A combination and a form indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Page 72 - As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief : A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong : The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep : No more shall grief of mine the season wrong...
Page 113 - Who is Silvia ? what is she, That all our swains commend her? Holy, fair, and wise is she, The heaven such grace did lend her, That she might admired be.
Page 124 - Haste thee Nymph, and bring with thee Jest and youthful Jollity, Quips and Cranks, and wanton Wiles, Nods, and Becks, and wreathed Smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek ; 30 Sport, that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Page 127 - And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce In notes, with many a winding bout Of link-ed sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed, and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running ; Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of Harmony : That Orpheus...
Page 314 - Over my lady's wrist too much," or, " Paint Must never hope to reproduce the faint Half-flush that dies along her throat: " such stuff Was courtesy, she thought, and cause enough For calling up that spot of joy. She had A heart — how shall I say? — too soon made glad, Too easily impressed; she liked whate'er She looked on, and her looks went everywhere. Sir, 'twas all one!
Page 75 - Nor man nor boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy ! Hence, in a season of calm weather, Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Page 80 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one!