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... heard 33 and went against him 34 numberless 35 there were many fey ( fated to die ) upon the Tamar ( a river ) 39 the place was called that same word ( name ) 42 and more thousands besides 37 they 40 evermore 41 38 came shall last was ...
... heard 33 and went against him 34 numberless 35 there were many fey ( fated to die ) upon the Tamar ( a river ) 39 the place was called that same word ( name ) 42 and more thousands besides 37 they 40 evermore 41 38 came shall last was ...
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... heard 8 two 9 13 bold 10 as 15 pagan 7 fellows 12 wont 17 slay 18 believe 19 thyself 20 thou shalt not 21 hence 22 then 23 they 24 did 25 smote 20 felled 27 against so many wicked 28 many easily 30 death 32 took 29 31 pagans 1 That folc ...
... heard 8 two 9 13 bold 10 as 15 pagan 7 fellows 12 wont 17 slay 18 believe 19 thyself 20 thou shalt not 21 hence 22 then 23 they 24 did 25 smote 20 felled 27 against so many wicked 28 many easily 30 death 32 took 29 31 pagans 1 That folc ...
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... heard long ago endure hurt for a while THE AGE OF CHAUCER. Ther ne may no freond fleon 1 other , Ne non fur - leosen his iryhte ; 3 Ther nys hate ne wreththe nouther , Of prude ne of onde of none wihte ; Alle heo schule wyth engles pleye ...
... heard long ago endure hurt for a while THE AGE OF CHAUCER. Ther ne may no freond fleon 1 other , Ne non fur - leosen his iryhte ; 3 Ther nys hate ne wreththe nouther , Of prude ne of onde of none wihte ; Alle heo schule wyth engles pleye ...
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... heard noe tydings but good ; For yonder I heare Sir Guyes horne blowe , For he hath slaine Robin Hoode . 190 48 ... heard his master speake , Well he knew that was his steven ; 1 " Now shall I be loset , " quoth Litle John , " With ...
... heard noe tydings but good ; For yonder I heare Sir Guyes horne blowe , For he hath slaine Robin Hoode . 190 48 ... heard his master speake , Well he knew that was his steven ; 1 " Now shall I be loset , " quoth Litle John , " With ...
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... heard the roaring of the sea . 10. O they rade on and further on , Until they came to a garden green : " Light down , light down , ye ladie free , Some of that fruit let me pull to thee . " 40 II . " O no , O no , True Thomas , " she ...
... heard the roaring of the sea . 10. O they rade on and further on , Until they came to a garden green : " Light down , light down , ye ladie free , Some of that fruit let me pull to thee . " 40 II . " O no , O no , True Thomas , " she ...
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Page 382 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While throng'd the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips — »The foe! They come! they come!« And wild and high the 'Cameron's gathering...
Page 385 - 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 Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean— roll!
Page 459 - Death closes all: but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods. The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks: The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, 'Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths 60 Of all the western stars, until I die.
Page 476 - ... rim. Then I cast loose my buffcoat, each holster let fall, Shook off both my jack-boots, let go belt and all, Stood up in the stirrup, leaned, patted his ear, Called my Roland his pet-name, my horse without peer ; Clapped my hands, laughed and sang, any noise, bad or good, Till at length into Aix Roland galloped and stood. And all I remember is, friends flocking round As I sat with his head 'twixt my knees on the ground; And no voice but was praising this Roland of mine, As I poured down his...
Page 385 - Thy waters washed them power while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: not so thou, Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play; Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow; Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.
Page 408 - He is made one with Nature: there is heard His voice in all her music, from the moan Of thunder, to the song of night's sweet bird; He is a presence to be felt and known In darkness and in light, from herb and stone, Spreading itself where'er that Power may move Which has withdrawn his being to its own; Which wields the world with never-wearied love, Sustains it from beneath, and kindles it above.
Page 434 - Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, — I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life! - and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
Page 340 - Which we are toiling all our lives to find, In darkness lost, the darkness of the grave; Thou, over whom thy Immortality Broods like the Day, a Master o'er a Slave, A Presence which is not to be put by...
Page 356 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day. We stuck, nor breath nor motion ; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean. Water, water, everywhere, And all the boards did shrink: Water, water, everywhere, Nor any drop to drink.
Page 121 - Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part! Nay, I have done. You get no more of me! And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free. Shake hands for ever! Cancel all our vows! And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain. Now at the last gasp of Love's latest breath, When, his pulse failing, Passion speechless lies, When Faith is kneeling by his bed of death, And Innocence is closing up his...