A First [-fifth] Reader, 第 5 卷Ginn and Company, 1910 |
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... Sir Bedivere ( bědí vēr ) , one of the loyal knights , is the 10 only member of the famous circle who is left unhurt . So all day long the noise of battle rolled . Among the mountains by the winter sea ; Until King Arthur's Table , man ...
... Sir Bedivere ( bědí vēr ) , one of the loyal knights , is the 10 only member of the famous circle who is left unhurt . So all day long the noise of battle rolled . Among the mountains by the winter sea ; Until King Arthur's Table , man ...
第 268 頁
... Sir Bedivere : " It is not meet , Sir King , to leave thee thus , Aidless , alone , and smitten through the helm- A little thing may harm a wounded man ; Yet I thy hest will all perform at full , Watch what I see , and lightly bring ...
... Sir Bedivere : " It is not meet , Sir King , to leave thee thus , Aidless , alone , and smitten through the helm- A little thing may harm a wounded man ; Yet I thy hest will all perform at full , Watch what I see , and lightly bring ...
第 269 頁
... Sir Bedivere : " Hast thou performed my mission which I gave ? What is it thou hast seen ? or what hast heard ? : And answer made the bold Sir Bedivere : " I heard the ripple washing in the reeds , And the wild water lapping on the crag ...
... Sir Bedivere : " Hast thou performed my mission which I gave ? What is it thou hast seen ? or what hast heard ? : And answer made the bold Sir Bedivere : " I heard the ripple washing in the reeds , And the wild water lapping on the crag ...
第 271 頁
... Sir Bedivere the second time Across the ridge , and paced beside the mere , Counting the dewy pebbles , fixed in thought ; But when he saw the wonder of the hilt , How curiously and strangely chased , he smote His palms together , and ...
... Sir Bedivere the second time Across the ridge , and paced beside the mere , Counting the dewy pebbles , fixed in thought ; But when he saw the wonder of the hilt , How curiously and strangely chased , he smote His palms together , and ...
第 272 頁
... Sir Bedivere : " I heard the water lapping on the crag , And the long ripple washing in the reeds . " 66 To whom replied King Arthur , much in wrath : Ah , miserable and unkind , untrue , Unknightly , traitor - hearted ! Woe is me ...
... Sir Bedivere : " I heard the water lapping on the crag , And the long ripple washing in the reeds . " 66 To whom replied King Arthur , much in wrath : Ah , miserable and unkind , untrue , Unknightly , traitor - hearted ! Woe is me ...
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第 370 頁 - I could weep My spirit from mine eyes ! There is my dagger, And here my naked breast ; within, a heart Dearer than Plutus' mine, richer than gold ; If that thou be'st a Roman, take it forth ; I, that denied thee gold, will give my heart ; Strike, as thou didst at Caesar ; for I know, When thou didst hate him worst, thou lovedst him better Than ever thou lovedst Cassius.
第 468 頁 - Await alike the inevitable hour ; The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, ' If memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
第 457 頁 - And after April, when May follows, And the whitethroat builds, and all the swallows? Hark, where my blossomed pear-tree in the hedge Leans to the field and scatters on the clover Blossoms and dewdrops — at the bent spray's edge- — That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, Lest you should think he never could recapture The first fine careless rapture!
第 477 頁 - Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers...
第 367 頁 - What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus? I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
第 281 頁 - A little neglect may breed great mischief; for want of a nail the shoe was lost ; for want of a shoe the horse was lost ; and for want of a horse the rider was lost,' being overtaken and slain by the enemy ; all for want of a little care about a horse-shoe nail.
第 240 頁 - Ah why Should we, in the world's riper years, neglect God's ancient sanctuaries, and adore Only among the crowd, and under roofs That our frail hands have raised? Let me, at least, Here, in the shadow of this aged wood, Offer one hymn — thrice happy, if it find Acceptance in His ear.
第 369 頁 - By Heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash By any indirection : I did send To you for gold to pay my legions, Which you denied me : was that done like Cassius...
第 420 頁 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him ! But half of our heavy task was done When the clock struck the hour for retiring, And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing.
第 469 頁 - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire, Hands that the rod of empire might have swayed, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre...