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... leave it , for the great types of literature discussed here will last through the ages , and you will constantly be neeting examples of them as you go onward through the years . You who are nearing the end of your high school course ...
... leave it , for the great types of literature discussed here will last through the ages , and you will constantly be neeting examples of them as you go onward through the years . You who are nearing the end of your high school course ...
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... leaves his home in the land of the Geats ( southern Sweden ) to go to the rescue of his father's friends , the Spear Danes . The Danes have for twelve years suffered because of the terrible raids of the monster , Grendel , whom no ...
... leaves his home in the land of the Geats ( southern Sweden ) to go to the rescue of his father's friends , the Spear Danes . The Danes have for twelve years suffered because of the terrible raids of the monster , Grendel , whom no ...
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... leave to your mother dear ? " " My velvet pall and my silken gear . " 22. " What will you leave to your sister Anne ? " 45 " My silken scarf and my gow- den fan . " 23. " What will you leave to your sister Grace ? " " My bloody cloaths ...
... leave to your mother dear ? " " My velvet pall and my silken gear . " 22. " What will you leave to your sister Anne ? " 45 " My silken scarf and my gow- den fan . " 23. " What will you leave to your sister Grace ? " " My bloody cloaths ...
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... leaves , flowers , branches were regarded as dangerous . If one picked any- thing in the green - wood , evil was sure to befall . In those lawless times , death hid in every forest glade or bend of the unfrequented roads . THE WIFE OF ...
... leaves , flowers , branches were regarded as dangerous . If one picked any- thing in the green - wood , evil was sure to befall . In those lawless times , death hid in every forest glade or bend of the unfrequented roads . THE WIFE OF ...
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... leave the skiff at home , for fear that folks should see ; I read it in the story - book , that , for to kiss his dear , Leander swam the Hellespont , and I will swim this here . " And he has leaped into the waves , and crossed the ...
... leave the skiff at home , for fear that folks should see ; I read it in the story - book , that , for to kiss his dear , Leander swam the Hellespont , and I will swim this here . " And he has leaped into the waves , and crossed the ...
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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!