A History of English Literature in a Series of Biographical SketchesT. Nelson & Sons, 1893 - Всего страниц: 550 |
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... sweet or sour juices have been drawn , that these important influences cannot be overlooked in tracing , however slightly , the growth of a Literature . It has , accordingly , been my principal object to shew how the books , which we ...
... sweet or sour juices have been drawn , that these important influences cannot be overlooked in tracing , however slightly , the growth of a Literature . It has , accordingly , been my principal object to shew how the books , which we ...
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... sweet or sour juices have been drawn , that these important influences cannot be overlooked in tracing , however slightly , the growth of a Literature . It has , accordingly , been my principal object to shew how the books , which we ...
... sweet or sour juices have been drawn , that these important influences cannot be overlooked in tracing , however slightly , the growth of a Literature . It has , accordingly , been my principal object to shew how the books , which we ...
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... sweet - voiced scorn , or exulted in his proudest tones over the beaten foe . From earliest days his training was directed to the storing of his memory with the poetic legends of his country ; and when , grown more skilful , he learned ...
... sweet - voiced scorn , or exulted in his proudest tones over the beaten foe . From earliest days his training was directed to the storing of his memory with the poetic legends of his country ; and when , grown more skilful , he learned ...
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... sweet music began to flow from the lips that had been sealed so long . Caedmon awoke , knew the words he had been reciting , and felt a new - born power in his breast . The mantle of song had fallen on him ; and when next day , before ...
... sweet music began to flow from the lips that had been sealed so long . Caedmon awoke , knew the words he had been reciting , and felt a new - born power in his breast . The mantle of song had fallen on him ; and when next day , before ...
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... sweet solace of literature and music . He died at Dilton in May 709. His chief works are three ; a prose treatise in praise of Virginity , — a work in verse on the same subject , —and a book of Riddles . His Latin is impure , filled ...
... sweet solace of literature and music . He died at Dilton in May 709. His chief works are three ; a prose treatise in praise of Virginity , — a work in verse on the same subject , —and a book of Riddles . His Latin is impure , filled ...
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Стр. 296 - twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Стр. 96 - Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Or else worth all the rest; I see thee still, And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood, Which was not so before. There's no such thing: It is the bloody business which informs Thus to mine eyes.
Стр. 332 - Ye Ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge!
Стр. 143 - The other Shape — If shape it might be called that shape had none Distinguishable in member, joint, or limb ; Or substance might be called that shadow seemed, For each seemed either — black it stood as Night, 670 Fierce as ten Furies, terrible as Hell, And shook a dreadful dart : what seemed his head The likeness of a kingly crown had on.
Стр. 145 - Almighty hath not built Here for his envy, will not drive us hence : Here we may reign secure, and, in my choice To reign is worth ambition, though in Hell : Better to reign in Hell than serve in Heaven...
Стр. 290 - I thought ten thousand swords must have leaped from their scabbards to avenge even a look that threatened her with insult. But the age of chivalry is gone. That of sophisters, economists, and calculators has succeeded ; and the glory of Europe is extinguished forever.
Стр. 295 - Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee — Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they? Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: — not so thou, Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play — Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow — Such as creation's dawn beheld thou rollest now.
Стр. 97 - Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid : Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut, Made by the joiner squirrel, or old grub, Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
Стр. 262 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and God has given my share — I still had hopes, my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose...
Стр. 145 - No sooner had the Almighty ceased, but all The multitude of angels, with a shout Loud as from numbers without number, sweet As from blest voices, uttering joy...