The Universal Anthology: A Collection of the Best Literature, Ancient, Mediaeval and Modern, with Biographical and Explanatory Notes, Tập 8Richard Garnett, Léon Vallée, Alois Brandl Clarke Company, limited, 1899 |
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Ali Baba Amrû answered Antar armor arms army asked Baba battle Belisarius Biorn blood brother called Christian cried dead death door Duke of Normandy Earl earth Ellak enemy England eyes fair fame fear fell Fena Finn gave Geraint Giants Gilla Dacker gold grace Grettir Guenever hand hast hath head heard heart Heaven Heribald holy honor horse Hunnic Huns Karlsefni king Arthur knew knight lady lance land live looked Lord master Moengal Morgiana never noble Owain Prince John queene replied Rhonabwy Richard robbers round sailed Saladin seemed shield ship sir Agravaine sir Gawaine Sir Ingoldsby Bray sir Launcelot Sir Launfal sir Mordred Sir Tristram slain slave Soldan soul spear stood Suabian sword tent thee things Thorfinn Thorir thou thought told took troop turned unto Verily Vivien words youth
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Trang 130 - Tis enough for us now that the leaves are green; We sit in the warm shade and feel right well How the sap creeps up and the blossoms swell; We may shut our eyes, but we cannot help knowing That skies are clear and grass is growing...
Trang 216 - I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk: eat, O friends; drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved.
Trang 129 - Earth gets its price for what Earth gives us: The beggar is taxed for a corner to die in, The priest hath his fee who comes and shrives us, We bargain for the graves we lie in ; At the devil's booth are all things sold, Each ounce of dross costs its ounce of gold...
Trang 132 - The leper raised not the gold from the dust: "Better to me the poor man's crust, Better the blessing of the poor, Though I turn me empty from his door; That is no true alms which the hand can hold; He gives nothing but worthless gold Who gives from a sense of duty...
Trang 133 - Long, sparkling aisles of steel-stemmed trees Bending to counterfeit a breeze; Sometimes the roof no fretwork knew But silvery mosses that downward grew; Sometimes it was carved in sharp relief With quaint arabesques...
Trang 133 - The little brook heard it and built a roof 'Neath which he could house him, winter-proof; All night by the white stars...
Trang 126 - OVER his keys the musing organist, Beginning doubtfully and far away, First lets his fingers wander as they list. And builds a bridge from Dreamland for his lay : Then, as the touch of his loved instrument Gives hope and fervor, nearer draws his theme, First guessed by faint auroral flushes sent Along the wavering vista of his dream.
Trang 129 - And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays; Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten; Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
Trang 131 - Nor shall a pillow be under my head, Till I begin my vow to keep ; Here on the rushes will I sleep, And perchance there may come a vision true Ere day create the world anew.
Trang 136 - When he girt his young life up in gilded mail And set forth in search of the Holy Grail. The heart within him was ashes and dust; He parted in twain his single crust, He broke the ice on the streamlet's brink And gave the leper to eat and drink...