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... YOUNG ( 1681-1765 ) : On Life , Death and Immortality ( From Mr. Shandy on His Son's Death ( From Tristram Shandy ) .... 394 Night Thoughts ) .. 354 The Starling ( From A Sentimental Jour- GEORGE BERKELEY ( 1685-1753 ) : ney ) .. 396 ...
... YOUNG ( 1681-1765 ) : On Life , Death and Immortality ( From Mr. Shandy on His Son's Death ( From Tristram Shandy ) .... 394 Night Thoughts ) .. 354 The Starling ( From A Sentimental Jour- GEORGE BERKELEY ( 1685-1753 ) : ney ) .. 396 ...
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... young . 2701 Shelter he found ' neath the shield of his kins- man , When the crackling blaze had crumbled his own : But mindful of glory , the mighty hero Smote amain with his matchless sword . Down it hurtled , driven by anger , 2705 ...
... young . 2701 Shelter he found ' neath the shield of his kins- man , When the crackling blaze had crumbled his own : But mindful of glory , the mighty hero Smote amain with his matchless sword . Down it hurtled , driven by anger , 2705 ...
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... young warrior , his bright - gilt helmet , Breastplate and ring . So bade him farewell : " Thou art the last to be left of our house . Wyrd hath o'erwhelmed our Wægmunding line , Swept my kinsmen swift to their doom , Earls in their ...
... young warrior , his bright - gilt helmet , Breastplate and ring . So bade him farewell : " Thou art the last to be left of our house . Wyrd hath o'erwhelmed our Wægmunding line , Swept my kinsmen swift to their doom , Earls in their ...
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... young kings put asleep by the sword- stroke , Seven strong Earls of the army of Anlaf Fell on the war - field , numberless numbers , Shipmen and Scotsmen . VIII Then the Norse leader- Dire was his need of it , 55 Few were his following ...
... young kings put asleep by the sword- stroke , Seven strong Earls of the army of Anlaf Fell on the war - field , numberless numbers , Shipmen and Scotsmen . VIII Then the Norse leader- Dire was his need of it , 55 Few were his following ...
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... young , of old , it shall be told That ye be gone away Your wanton will for to fulfil , In green - wood you to play ; And that ye might for your No longer make delay . delight Rather than ye should thus for me Be called an ill womán Yet ...
... young , of old , it shall be told That ye be gone away Your wanton will for to fulfil , In green - wood you to play ; And that ye might for your No longer make delay . delight Rather than ye should thus for me Be called an ill womán Yet ...
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Bargrave battle beauty behold Beowulf Binnorie Boethius breast breath called dark dead dear death delight doth dread Duke of Bedford earth England English eyes fair father fear fire flowers glory grace hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven holy honour hour king King Arthur lady land Layamon learning leave light live look Lord Lycidas mind morning nature never night noble o'er pain pass pleasure poem poet poor praise pray pride prince quoth rich round Saladin Shakespeare sigh sight sing Sir Bedivere Sir Ector Sir Kay Sir Lucan Sir Mordred sleep song sorrow soul spirit sweet sword tears tell thee thine things thou art thought Timor Mortis conturbat tion Twas unto Veal ween weep wind wise words youth
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Page 483 - EARTH has not anything to show more fair : Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty : This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning ; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill ; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep ! The river glideth at his own sweet...
Page 514 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.
Page 536 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan; Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last...
Page 511 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.— But hark!
Page 537 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! 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 Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
Page 537 - 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 163 - When, in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries And look upon myself and curse my fate. Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope.
Page 528 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me ; my spirit's bark is driven Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given. The massy earth and sphered skies are riven ! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar ! Whilst, burning through the inmost veil of heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Page 537 - Darkling I listen; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain To thy high requiem become a sod.
Page 164 - 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...