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... strong underlying moral purpose is evident , a probing into reasons for social , civil , and religious ills and an attempt to cure them . • Matthew Arnold remains one of the prominent poets of the period . He was a highly educated man ...
... strong underlying moral purpose is evident , a probing into reasons for social , civil , and religious ills and an attempt to cure them . • Matthew Arnold remains one of the prominent poets of the period . He was a highly educated man ...
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... strong was as a champioun . He knew the tavernes wel in every toun , 24 I And everich hostiler and tappestere Bet than a lazar or a beggestere ; For un - to swich a worthy man as he Acorded nat , as by his facultee , To have with seke ...
... strong was as a champioun . He knew the tavernes wel in every toun , 24 I And everich hostiler and tappestere Bet than a lazar or a beggestere ; For un - to swich a worthy man as he Acorded nat , as by his facultee , To have with seke ...
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... strong wyn , reed as blood . Thanne wolde he speke , and crye as he were wood . And whan that he wel dronken hadde the wyn , 639 Than wolde he speke no word but Latyn . A fewe termes hadde he , two or three , That he had lerned out of ...
... strong wyn , reed as blood . Thanne wolde he speke , and crye as he were wood . And whan that he wel dronken hadde the wyn , 639 Than wolde he speke no word but Latyn . A fewe termes hadde he , two or three , That he had lerned out of ...
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... Strong was the wyn , and wel to drinke us leste . A semely man our hoste was with - alle For to han been a marshal in an halle ; A large man he was with eyen stepe , A fairer burgeys is ther noon in Chepe : Bold of his speche , and wys ...
... Strong was the wyn , and wel to drinke us leste . A semely man our hoste was with - alle For to han been a marshal in an halle ; A large man he was with eyen stepe , A fairer burgeys is ther noon in Chepe : Bold of his speche , and wys ...
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... strong , He wolde so peyne him , that with bothe his yën He moste winke , so loude he wolde cryen , And stonden on his tiptoon ther - with - al , 541 And strecche forth his nekke long and smal . And eek he was of swich discrecioun ...
... strong , He wolde so peyne him , that with bothe his yën He moste winke , so loude he wolde cryen , And stonden on his tiptoon ther - with - al , 541 And strecche forth his nekke long and smal . And eek he was of swich discrecioun ...
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Page 118 - 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.
Page 333 - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Page 580 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, — While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue ; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies ; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing ; and now with treble soft The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft; And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Page 567 - O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, "Beauty is truth, truth beauty," — that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
Page 534 - It struggles and howls at fits; Over earth and ocean, with gentle motion, This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the genii that move In the depths of the purple sea; Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills, Over the lakes and the plains, Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream...
Page 306 - My dear, dear Friend; and in thy voice I catch The language of my former heart, and read My former pleasures in the shooting lights Of thy wild eyes.
Page 774 - The dropping of the daylight in the West, The bough of cherries some officious fool Broke in the orchard for her, the white mule She rode with round the terrace, — all and each Would draw from her alike the approving speech.
Page 118 - When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of ladies dead and lovely knights, Then in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have express'd Even such a beauty as you master now.
Page 745 - And in the moon athwart the place of tombs, Where lay the mighty bones of ancient men, Old knights, and over them the sea-wind sang Shrill, chill, with flakes of foam. He, stepping down By zigzag paths, and juts of pointed rock, Came on the shining levels of the lake. There drew he forth the brand Excalibur...
Page 134 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise. 70 (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days ; But, the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life.