Thira: or The Cairn Braich [repr. from The Royal exchange]. |
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Anky answered Archbishop Archbishop of Canterbury arms Bardh beheld blood boat Bohun bosom bowed Braby Bracy Briton brow Cairn Braich castle chamber cheek command companion continued Cornishman dost Duke Duke of Normandy dwarf England Estrich exclaimed eyes face fancy fate fear gazed Grace hand happy Harold hast hath head hear heard heart Heaven hill holy holy Moses honour inquired interrupted King King of England kneeling Lady Evila light lips looked lord Master Eadwulf Master Murdoch Master Nestor Mervyn Methinks minstrel mother murmured muttered never night noble Norman Odin pale palmistry passion pause peace pedlar prelate priest prisoner replied returned Robert Gemeticus Saint Dunstan seat seemed servant shouted side silence Sir Eadwulf sleep smile stars stood stranger Sweyn tell thee thine Thira thou thought tone turned vengeance descend voice William of Normandy window Winifa woman wrong youth
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Halaman 127 - Adieu, adieu ! my native shore Fades o'er the waters blue ; The night-winds sigh, the breakers roar, And shrieks the wild sea-mew. Yon sun that sets upon the sea We follow in his flight: Farewell awhile to him and thee, My native Land— Good Night!
Halaman 90 - Ye stars ! which are the poetry of heaven ! If in your bright leaves we would read the fate Of men and empires, — 'tis to be forgiven, That in our aspirations to be great, Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state, And claim a kindred with you ; for ye aro A beauty and a mystery, and create In us such love and reverence from afar, That fortune, fame, power, life, have named themselves a star.
Halaman 121 - Sacripant ! Sweet are the thoughts that smother from conceit : For when I come and set me down to rest, My chair presents a throne of majesty ; And when I set my bonnet on my head, Methinks I fit my forehead for a crown ; And when I take my truncheon in my fist, A sceptre then comes tumbling in my thoughts ; My dreams are princely, all of diadems.
Halaman 127 - A few short hours, and he will rise To give the morrow birth ; And I shall hail the main and skies, But not my mother earth. Deserted is my own good hall, Its hearth is desolate ; Wild weeds are gathering on the wall, My dog howls at the gate.
Halaman 58 - Th'estat, th'araie, the nombre, and eke the cause Why that assembled was this compagnie In Southwerk at this gentil hostelrie, That highte the Tabard, faste by the Belle.
Halaman 142 - d passed ere they the place had found Where, groveling in a stream of blood, the ground His purple bed, the wearied prince they see Struggling with death : from whose dark monarchy Pale troops assail his cheeks, whilst his dim eyes, Like a spent lamp, which, ere its weak flame dies, In giddy blazes glares, as if his soul Were at those casements flying out, did roll, Swifter than thought, their blood-shot orbs; his hands Did with death's agues tremble; cold dew stands Upon his clammy lips...
Halaman 104 - Witnesse, you gods, that see my soul devellop'd From every thought of earth, how soon more willingly I would submit myself to the embraces Of crawling worms, the cold inhabitants Of silent dormitories, than to have My dying hopes warm'd into life again By those wilde fires of thy prodigious lusts.
Halaman 83 - And kepe it al so clenely as thou may; Although the cage of gold be never so gay, Yet had this brid, by twenty thousand fold, Lever in a forest, that is wilde and cold, Gon eten wormes, and swiche wretchednesse.
Halaman 158 - tis the last key-stone That makes the arch ; the rest that there were put Are nothing till that comes to bind and shut. Then stands it a triumphal mark ! then men Observe the strength, the height, the why, and when It was erected ; and still walking under, Meet some new matter to look up and wonder ! Such notes are virtuous men ! they live as fast As they are high ; are rooted, and will last.
Halaman 99 - endures all things," till an unmerited accusation of malignant falsehood breaks her heart. It greets him in a dungeon with music such as this : " Alas, I know not what I have to say, Yet I methinks could talk to you all day ; Tell you the mightiness of tyrant love, And how I could from courts with you remove ; Could, like the humble lark, in my cold nest Abroad all night in frosty meadows rest : So I my vows to you, my star, might bring, And every morning songs of sorrow sing.