Century Readings for a Course in English LiteratureJohn William Cunliffe, James Francis Augustin Pyre, Karl Young |
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... leave to go . And so when she came to London , she took the Tower of London , and sud- 10 denly in all haste possible she stuffed it with all manner of victual , and well gar- nished it with men , and so kept it . Then when Sir Mordred ...
... leave to go . And so when she came to London , she took the Tower of London , and sud- 10 denly in all haste possible she stuffed it with all manner of victual , and well gar- nished it with men , and so kept it . Then when Sir Mordred ...
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... leave off by this , for , blessed be God , ye have won the field , for here we be three alive , and with Sir Mordred is none alive ; and if ye leave off now , this wicked day of destiny is past . ' ' Tide me death , betide me life ...
... leave off by this , for , blessed be God , ye have won the field , for here we be three alive , and with Sir Mordred is none alive ; and if ye leave off now , this wicked day of destiny is past . ' ' Tide me death , betide me life ...
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... leave I here Sir Bedivere with the hermit , that dwelled that time in a chapel beside Glastonbury , and there was his hermitage . And so they lived in their prayers , and fastings , 25 and great abstinence . • Launcelot , that ever I ...
... leave I here Sir Bedivere with the hermit , that dwelled that time in a chapel beside Glastonbury , and there was his hermitage . And so they lived in their prayers , and fastings , 25 and great abstinence . • Launcelot , that ever I ...
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... leave talking of Litle John , For hee is bound fast to a tree , And talke of Guy and Robin Hood 85 In the green woode where they bee . 22. How these two yeomen together they mett , Under the leaves of lyne , To see what marchandise they ...
... leave talking of Litle John , For hee is bound fast to a tree , And talke of Guy and Robin Hood 85 In the green woode where they bee . 22. How these two yeomen together they mett , Under the leaves of lyne , To see what marchandise they ...
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... leave to your father dear ? ' ' The silver - shode steed that brought me here . ' 45 22. ' What will you leave to your mother dear ? ' ' My velvet pall and my silken gear . ' 23. What will you leave to your sister Anne ? ' ' My silken ...
... leave to your father dear ? ' ' The silver - shode steed that brought me here . ' 45 22. ' What will you leave to your mother dear ? ' ' My velvet pall and my silken gear . ' 23. What will you leave to your sister Anne ? ' ' My silken ...
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Page 523 - I wandered lonely as a cloud" I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Page 608 - Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed: And on the pedestal these words appear : 'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair !
Page 150 - 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. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed, whereon it must expire, Consumed with that...
Page 618 - I BRING fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Page 519 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The child is father of the man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
Page 557 - Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail, Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail : And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever It flung up momently the sacred river. Five miles meandering with a mazy motion Through wood and dale the sacred river ran, Then reached the caverns measureless to man, And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean: And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far Ancestral voices prophesying war!
Page 640 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine; Fast fading violets cover'd up in leaves; And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.
Page 152 - s not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Page 608 - I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed: And on the pedestal these words appear: 'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Page 528 - Do take a sober coloring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality : Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, — To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.