A History of English Literature in a Series of Biographical SketchesT. Nelson & Sons, 1893 - Всего страниц: 550 |
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... steps which were taken , as the world grew from morning into prime , towards the produc- tion of that grand triumph of human thought and skill we call a modern book . 16 REMAINS OF CELTIC LITERATURE . Origin of the Ballad.
... steps which were taken , as the world grew from morning into prime , towards the produc- tion of that grand triumph of human thought and skill we call a modern book . 16 REMAINS OF CELTIC LITERATURE . Origin of the Ballad.
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... thought to have been a monk of Bangor , is said also to have written a History of the Britons . The Latin poems of St. Columbanus , an Irish missionary to the Gauls , are spoken of by Moore as " shining out in this twilight period of ...
... thought to have been a monk of Bangor , is said also to have written a History of the Britons . The Latin poems of St. Columbanus , an Irish missionary to the Gauls , are spoken of by Moore as " shining out in this twilight period of ...
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... thought than Anglo - Saxon children commonly enjoyed . When he had reached his twelfth year , he won as a prize a beautiful book of Saxon poetry , which his mother had promised to that one of her sons who should first commit its ...
... thought than Anglo - Saxon children commonly enjoyed . When he had reached his twelfth year , he won as a prize a beautiful book of Saxon poetry , which his mother had promised to that one of her sons who should first commit its ...
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... thought , that monk of Abingdon who was made Archbishop of Canterbury in 995 , or another man of York , or yet another of Malmesbury , — he contributed largely to the literature of his day . Most of his writings are still extant . His ...
... thought , that monk of Abingdon who was made Archbishop of Canterbury in 995 , or another man of York , or yet another of Malmesbury , — he contributed largely to the literature of his day . Most of his writings are still extant . His ...
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... thought to have given life to the great scholar Alcuin . It is doubtful whether Alcuin was born at York or in Scotland . He won a prominent place in the great school presided over at York by Archbishop Egbert , and when he was called to ...
... thought to have given life to the great scholar Alcuin . It is doubtful whether Alcuin was born at York or in Scotland . He won a prominent place in the great school presided over at York by Archbishop Egbert , and when he was called to ...
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Стр. 294 - 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. 331 - 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. 288 - 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. 293 - 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. 260 - 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...