Englische studien: Organ für englische philologie unter mitberücksichtigung des englischen unterrichts auf höheren schulen ..., Volume 38Gebr. Henninger, 1907 - English philology |
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Page 106 - DIRGE IN WOODS A WIND sways the pines, And below Not a breath of wild air; Still as the mosses that glow On the flooring and over the lines Of the roots here and there. The pine-tree drops its dead ; They are quiet, as under the sea.
Page 136 - Whoe'er has travell'd life's dull round, Where'er his stages may have been, May sigh to think he still has found The warmest welcome at an inn.
Page 105 - In swarms outrushing from the golden comb. They waken waves of thoughts that burst to foam: The living throb in me, the dead revive. Yon mantle clothes us: there, past mortal breath, Life glistens on the river of the death. It folds us, flesh and dust; and have we knelt, Or never knelt, or eyed as kine the springs Of radiance, the radiance enrings: And this is the soul's haven to have felt.
Page 135 - Right as ther dyed nevere man," quod he, "That he ne lyvede in erthe in som degree, Right so ther lyvede never man," he seyde, 2845 "In al this world, that som tyme he ne deyde. This world nys but a thurghfare ful of wo, And we been pilgrymes, passynge to and fro. Deeth is an ende of every worldly soore.
Page 133 - Yare, yare, good Iras; quick. Methinks I hear Antony call; I see him rouse himself To praise my noble act; I hear him mock The luck of Caesar, which the gods give men To excuse their after wrath: husband, I come: Now to that name my courage prove my title! I am fire, and air; my other elements I give to baser life.
Page 137 - Now I further saw, that betwixt them and the gate was a river ; but there was no bridge to go over ; and the river was very deep. At the sight therefore of this river, the pilgrims were much stunned ; but the men that went with them said, You must go through, or you cannot come at the gate.
Page 105 - SONG IN THE SONGLESS They have no song, the sedges dry, And still they sing. It is within my breast they sing, As I pass by. Within my breast they touch a string, They wake a sigh. There is but sound of sedges dry; In me they sing.
Page 135 - He used often to say, that, if he were to choose a place to die in, it should be an inn : it looking like a pilgrim's going home, to whom this world was all as an inn, and who was weary of the noise and confusion in it.
Page 135 - ... looking like a pilgrim's going home, to whom this world was all as an inn, and who was weary of the noise and confusion in it. He added, that the officious tenderness and care of friends was an entanglement to a dying man; and that the unconcerned attendance of those that could be procured in such a place would give less disturbance. And he obtained what he desired, for he died at the Bell Inn in Warwick Lane.
Page 242 - What caitifes are those that so shake my house-wall ? M. MERY. Ah, sirrha! now, Custance, if ye had so muche wit, I woulde see you aske pardon and your-selues submit. C. CUSTANCE. Haue I still this adoe with a couple of fooles? M. MERY. Here ye what she saith? C. CUSTANCE. Maidens, come forth with your tooles!