Monday, January 6, 2014
The Fall of Arthur - The Poem in Arthurian Tradition - Pg 101
Most nobelyst Crysten realme, whom I have loved aboven all other realmys! And in the I have gotyn a grete parte of my worshyp [honour], and now that I shall departe in thys wyse, truly me repentis that ever I cam in thys realme, that I shulde be thus shamefully banysshyd, undeserved and causeles! But fortune is so varyaunte, and the wheele so mutable, that there ys no constaunte abydynge.
The Fall of Arthur - The Poem in Arthurian Tradition - Pg 100
This was to no avail, and a great battle arose at Joyous Garde, in which Lancelot went so far in his refusal to return the attempted blows of King Arthur, who was 'ever about sir Launcelot to have slain him', that he raised him up when he had been unhorsed by Sir Bors de Ganis and set him on his horse again.
The Fall of Arthur - The Poem in Arthurian Tradition - Pg 85
He landed at Sandwich on the coast of Kent, and 'whan quene Guenyvere herde of his commynge she mette with hym at London'.
The Fall of Arthur - Pg 57
Death lay between dark before himere the way were won or the world conquered.
The Fall of Arthur - Pg 55
At his land he looked and longed sorelyon the grass again there green swaying,to walk at his will, while the world lasted;the sweet to savour of salt mingledwith wine-scented waft of cloverover sunlit turf seaward leaning
The Fall of Arthur - Pg 54
Fate yet waited.Tide was turning. Timbers broken,dead men and drowned, a dark jetsam,were left to lie on the long beaches;rocks robed with red rose from water.
The Fall of Arthur - Pg 52
Beak met bulwark. Burst were timbers.There was clang of iron and crash of axes;sparked and splintered spears and helmets;the smiths of battle on smitten anvilsthere dinned and hammered deadly forgingwrath and ruin.
The Fall of Arthur - Pg 48
In his bosom there burned under black shadow
a smouldering fire whose smoke choked him;
his mind wavered in a maze walking
between fear and fury.
a smouldering fire whose smoke choked him;
his mind wavered in a maze walking
between fear and fury.
The Fall of Arthur - Pg 47
Fair wind came foaming over flecked water,on gleaming shingle green and silverthe waves were washing on walls of chalk.
The Fall of Arthur - Pg 45
Night fell behind. The noise of hooveswas lost in silence in a land of shadow.
The Fall of Arthur - Pg 22
Fear clutched their souls,waiting watchful in a world of shadowfor woe they knew not, no word speaking.
The Fall of Arthur - Pg 21
'Ride, forth to war,ye hosts of ruin, hate proclaiming!Foes we fear not, nor fell shadowsof the dark mountains demon-haunted!Hear now ye hills and hoar forest,ye awful thrones of olden godshuge and hopeless, hear and tremble!From the West comes war that no wind daunteth,might and purpose that no mist stayeth;lord of legions, light in darkness,east rides Arthur!' Echoes were wakened.The wind was stilled. The walls of rock'Arthur' answered.
The Fall of Arthur - Pg 20
Steel no longer,gold nor silver nor gleaming shieldlight reflected lost in darkness,while phantom foes with fell voicesin the gloom gathered.
The Fall of Arthur - Pg 20
Cold blew the wind, keen and wintry,in rising wrath from the rolling forestamong roaring leaves. Rain came darkly,and the sun was swallowed in sudden tempest.
The Fall of Arthur - Pg 19
Foes before them, flames behind them,ever east and onward eager rode they,and folk fled them as the face of God,till earth was empty, and no eyes saw them,and no ears heard them in the endless hills,save bird and beast baleful hauntingthe lonely lands.
The Fall of Arthur - Pg 17
As when the earth dwindles in autumn daysand soon to its setting the sun is waningunder mournful mist, then a man will lustfor work and wandering, while yet warm flowethblood sun-kindled, so burned his soulafter long glory for a last assayof pride and prowess, to the proof settingwill unyielding in war with fate.
The Fall of Arthur - Pg 17
Thus the tides of time to turn backwardand the heathen to humble, his hope urged him
Sunday, January 5, 2014
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire - Pg 718
"You all righ'?" he said gruffly. "Yeah," said Harry. "No, yeh're not," said Hagrid. "'course yeh're not. But yeh will be." Harry said nothing.
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire - Pg 714
Mrs. Weasley set the potion down on the bedside cabinet, bent down, and put her arms around Harry. He had no memory of ever being hugged like this, as though by a mother. The full weight of everything he had seen that night seemed to fall in upon him as Mrs. Weasley held him to her. His mother's face, his father's voice, the sight of Cedric, dead on the ground all started spinning in his head until he could hardly bear it, until he was screwing up his face against the howl of misery fighting to get out of him.
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire - Pg 455
"Tha's what sets him apar' from other heads, see. He'll accept anyone at Hogwarts, s'long as they've got the talent. Knows people can turn out okay even if their families weren'... well... all tha' respectable. But some don' understand that. There's some who'd always hold it against yeh... there's some who'd even pretend they just had big bones rather than stand up an' say--I am what I am, an' I'm not ashamed. 'Never be ashamed,' my ol' dad used ter say, 'there's some who'll hold it against you, but they're not worth botherin' with.' An' he was right. I've bin an idiot. I'm not botherin' with her no more, I promise yeh that. Big bones... I'll give her big bones."
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire - Pg 453
"You don't think anything that Skeeter cow--sorry, Professor," he added quickly, looking at Dumbledore. "I have gone temporarily deaf and haven't any idea what you said, Harry," said Dumbledore, twiddling his thumbs and staring at the ceiling.
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire - Pg 418
Hermione was now teaching Krum to say her name properly; he kept calling her "Hermy-own." "Her-my-oh-nee," she said slowly and clearly. "Herm-own-ninny." "Close enough," she said, catching Harry's eye and grinning.
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire - Pg 409
"Socks are Dobby's favorite, favorite clothes, sir!" he said, ripping off his odd ones and pulling on Uncle Vernon's. "I has seven now sir... But sir..." he said, his eyes widening, having pulled both socks up to their highest extent, so that they reached to the bottom of his shorts, "they has made a mistake in the shop, Harry Potter, they is giving you two the same!" "Ah, no, Harry, how come you didn't spot that?" said Ron. grinning over from his own bed, which was now strewn with wrapping paper. "Tell you what, Dobby--here you go--take these to, and you can mix them up properly."
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire - Pg 353
He stood up, noticing dimly that his legs seemed to be made of marshmallow.
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire - Pg 347
Time was behaving in a more peculiar fashion than ever, rushing past in great dollops, so that one moment he seemed to be sitting down in his first lesson, History of Magic, and the next, walking into lunch... and then (where had the morning gone? the last of the dragon-free hours?)
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire - Pg 317
It is a strange thing, but when you are dreading something, and would give anything to slow down time, it has a disobliging habit of speeding up.
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire - Pg 179
"Wow!" said Dennis, as though nobody in their wildest dreams could hope for more than being thrown into a storm-tossed, fathoms-deep lake, and pushed out of it again by a giant sea monster.
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire - Pg 144
Harry lay looking up at the canvas, but no flying fantasies came to him now to ease him to sleep.
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire - Pg 118
Harry saw himself in roves that had his name on the back, and imagined the sensation of hearing a hundred-thousand-strong crowd roar, as Luda Bagman's voice echoed throughout the stadium, "I give you.... Potter!"
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire - Pg 103
The veela had started to dance, and Harry's mind had gone completely and blissfully blank. All that mattered in the world was that he kept watching the veela, because if they stopped dancing, terrible things would happen....
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire - Pg 55
"We've been hearing explosions out of their room for ages, but we never thought they were actually making things," said Ginny. "We thought they just liked the noise."
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire - Pg 36
We're coming for you whether the Muggles like it or not, you can't miss the World Cup, only Mum and Dad reckon it's better if we pretend to ask their permission first. If they say yes, send Pig back with your answer pronto, and we'll come and get you at five o'clock on Sunday. If they say no, send Pig back with your answer pronto, and we'll come and get you at five o'clock on Sunday.
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