History of English Literature, Bind 1

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H. Holt, 1900 - 502 sider
 

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Side 159 - Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen. Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude. Heigh-ho ! sing heigh-ho ! unto the green holly: Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly: Then, heigh-ho, the holly ! This life is most
Side 154 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! Here will we sit and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears : soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold : There's not the smallest
Side 161 - Fnll of wise saws and modern instances ; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank ; and his big manly voice,
Side 203 - eyes at the full midday beam ; purging and unsealing her longabused sight at the fountain itself of heavenly radiance ; while the whole noise of timorous and flocking birds, with those also that love the twilight, flutter about, amazed at what she means, and in their envious gabble would prognosticate a year of sects and
Side 149 - up ! Remember thee ! Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat In this distracted globe.—Remember thee ! Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, . And thy commandment all alone shall live. . . O villain, villain, smiling,
Side 209 - now again in the retirement of the study, where the cricket chirps, where the lamp of labor shines, where the mind, alone with the noble minds of the past, may " Unsphere The spirit of Plato, to unfold What worlds or what vast regions hold The immortal mind, that hath forsook Her mansion in this fleshly
Side 433 - No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn ; The same that oft-times hath Charmed magic casements, opening on the
Side 107 - suck forth my soul: see, where it flies !— Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again. Here will I dwell, for heaven is in these lips, And all is dross that is not Helena. . . . O thou art fairer than the evening air Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars
Side 218 - of invincible courage which, cast on its own resources, finds everything in itself, this power of passion and sway over passion,— * The unconquerable will. And study of revenge, immortal hate, And courage never to submit or yield, And what is else not to be
Side 432 - green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease. O for a draught of vintage that hath been Cooled a long age in the deep-delved earth, Tasting of Flora and the country green, 0 for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, Dance, and

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