Beowulf (Episode 09) (Anonymous Olde English Poems)
ME thus often the evil monstersthronging threatened. With thrust of my sword,the darling, I dealt them due return!Nowise had they ...
ME thus often the evil monstersthronging threatened. With thrust of my sword,the darling, I dealt them due return!Nowise had they ...
BEOWULF spake, bairn of Ecgtheow: —"Lo, now, this sea-booty, son of Healfdene,Lord of Scyldings, we've lustily brought thee,sign of glory; ...
BEOWULF spake, bairn of Ecgtheow:"Sorrow not, sage! It beseems us betterfriends to avenge than fruitlessly mourn them.Each of us all ...
Golden lights and lengthening shadows,Flings the splendid sun declining,O'er the monastery gardenRich in flower, fruit and foliage.Through the avenue of ...
IT was heavy hap for that hero youngon his lord beloved to look and find himlying on earth with life ...
Deep in a dell a woodsman's house Has sunk in wild dilapidation; There buried under vines and boughs ...
Veil-like and beautifulGathered the dutiful Mist in the night,True to the messaging,Dreamful and presaging Vapour and light.Ghostly and ...
"Heigh me! brazen of front, thou glutton for plunder, how can one,Servant here to thy mandates, ...
She sits upon her nest all day, Secure amid the toiling dinOf serpent belts that coil and play, And, moaning, ...
Sometimes I fain would find in thee some fault,That I might love thee still in spite of it:Yet how should ...
In God's good time this agony shall cease And gentle peace return. But stark and numb Some lie beneath Caucasian ...
THE thoughts in me are very calm and high That think upon your love: yet by your leave You shall ...
"And Gallio cared for none of these things."-- Acts xviii. 17 "Little Foxes"-- Actions and Reactions. All day long to ...
I. If It be pleasant to look on, stalled in the packed serai, Does not the Young Man try Its ...
Not with an outcry to Allah nor any complaining He answered his name at the muster and stood to the ...
Of that so sweet imprisonment My soul, dearest, is fain -- - Soft arms that woo me to relent And ...
I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say: As ...
The woods of Arcady are dead, And over is their antique joy; Of old the world on dreaming fed; Grey ...
THE wind is without there and howls in the trees, And the rain-flurries drum on the glass: Alone by the ...
I SEND to you, commissioners, A paper that may please ye, sirs (For troth they say it might be worse ...
In Arthur's house whileome was I When happily the time went by In midmost glory of his days. He held ...
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