History of English Literature, Том 1Grosset, 1908 |
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... voice and features , his gestures and his dress , distinct and complete as he from whom we have just parted in the street . Let us endeavour , then , to annihilate as far as possible this great interval of time , which prevents us from ...
... voice and features , his gestures and his dress , distinct and complete as he from whom we have just parted in the street . Let us endeavour , then , to annihilate as far as possible this great interval of time , which prevents us from ...
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... acuteness . You listen to his conversation , and you note the inflexions of his voice , the changes in his attitudes ; and that in order to judge of his 6 INTRODUCTION . The outer man is only a clue to study the inner, invisible.
... acuteness . You listen to his conversation , and you note the inflexions of his voice , the changes in his attitudes ; and that in order to judge of his 6 INTRODUCTION . The outer man is only a clue to study the inner, invisible.
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... voice as in secret , like an old grumbler , for once in good humour , unto the ocean he talks , and he tells her wonderful stories . " 1 Rain , wind , and surge leave room for naught but gloomy and melancholy thoughts . The very joy of ...
... voice as in secret , like an old grumbler , for once in good humour , unto the ocean he talks , and he tells her wonderful stories . " 1 Rain , wind , and surge leave room for naught but gloomy and melancholy thoughts . The very joy of ...
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... voices swelled under the vaulted roof . The monasteries themselves in Edgard's time kept up games , songs , and dances till mid- night . To shout , to drink , to gesticulate , to feel their veins heated and swollen with wine , to hear ...
... voices swelled under the vaulted roof . The monasteries themselves in Edgard's time kept up games , songs , and dances till mid- night . To shout , to drink , to gesticulate , to feel their veins heated and swollen with wine , to hear ...
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... voice as in secret , like an old grumbler , for once in good humour , unto the ocean he talks , and he tells her wonderful stories . " Rain , wind , and surge leave room for naught but gloomy and melancholy thoughts . The very joy of ...
... voice as in secret , like an old grumbler , for once in good humour , unto the ocean he talks , and he tells her wonderful stories . " Rain , wind , and surge leave room for naught but gloomy and melancholy thoughts . The very joy of ...
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Стр. 259 - the green turf suck the honied showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers. Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freak'd with jet, The glowing violet, The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, 1
Стр. 93 - murders have been perform'd Too terrible for the ear : the times have been, That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools : ... Avaunt ! and quit my sight ! let the earth hide thee
Стр. 150 - Almighty and everlasting God, who hatest nothing that Thou hast made, and dost forgive the sins of all them that are penitent ; Create and make in us new and contrite hearts, that we worthily lamenting our sins, and acknowledging our wretchedness, may obtain of Thee, the God of all mercy, perfect remission and forgiveness.
Стр. 103 - 1 Here will we sit and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears : soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold : There's not the smallest
Стр. 95 - tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed ; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely. That it should come to this ! But two months dead : nay, not so much, not two : So excellent a king, ... so loving to my mother That he might not
Стр. 286 - mouth went a sharp two edged sword : and his countenance was as the sun shineth in his strength. "And when I saw him, I fell at his feet as dead." 1 When Milton was arranging his celestial show, he did not fall as dead. But if
Стр. 234 - doth day appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate one jot Of heart or hope ; but still bear up and steer Right onward. What supports me, dost thou
Стр. 269 - of the moon. Mortals, that would follow me, Love Virtue, she alone is free : She can teach ye how to climb Higher than the sphery chime ; Or, if Virtue feeble were, Heaven itself would stoop to her." 1 Ought I to have pointed out the awkwardnesses, strangenesses, exaggerated expressions, the inheritance of the
Стр. 247 - midday beam; purging and unsealing her long-abused sight at the fountain itself of heavenly radiance ; while the whole noise of timorous and flocking birds, with those also that love the twilight, flutter about, amazed at what she means, and in their envious gabble would prognosticate a year of sects and schisms.
Стр. 88 - the sentence of the tribune : " Cor. You common cry of curs ! whose breath I hate As reek o' the rotten fens, whose love I prize As the dead carcasses of unburied men That do corrupt my air, I banish you. . . . Despising, For you, the city, thus I turn my back : There is a world elsewhere.