The Lost Beauties of the English Language: An Appeal to Authors, Poets, Clergymen, and Public SpeakersJ. W. Bouton, 1874 - Всего страниц: 288 |
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... growing speech . All the languages of antiquity have had their tender in- fancy ; their passionate youth ; their careful maturity ; their gradual , though it may be imperceptible , decay , and , finally , their death . After death has ...
... growing speech . All the languages of antiquity have had their tender in- fancy ; their passionate youth ; their careful maturity ; their gradual , though it may be imperceptible , decay , and , finally , their death . After death has ...
Стр. vii
... growing and gaining , it is at the same time perpetually losing . Were it not for the noble translation of the Bible , and for Chaucer , Gower , and the poets of the Elizabethan age , it would have lost still more than it has of its ...
... growing and gaining , it is at the same time perpetually losing . Were it not for the noble translation of the Bible , and for Chaucer , Gower , and the poets of the Elizabethan age , it would have lost still more than it has of its ...
Стр. xiii
... grow ashamed of speaking the language of their ancestors , though the sound of the well - beloved accents in the mouths of others is not unwelcome or unmusical to their ears , but the middle - class Scotch are learning to follow their ...
... grow ashamed of speaking the language of their ancestors , though the sound of the well - beloved accents in the mouths of others is not unwelcome or unmusical to their ears , but the middle - class Scotch are learning to follow their ...
Стр. xx
... grown out of use . Albeit ( to tell you my opinion ) I am per- suaded that the lack thereof , well considered , will be found a great blemish to our tongue . " But of all the losses which the language has sustained , not alone for ...
... grown out of use . Albeit ( to tell you my opinion ) I am per- suaded that the lack thereof , well considered , will be found a great blemish to our tongue . " But of all the losses which the language has sustained , not alone for ...
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... grow fat . ' Mr. Halliwell explains it , ' to thrive , or grow fat ; ' and adds that , ' to batten in dung , is to lie upon it and beat it close together . ' In Sternberg's Folk Lore and Glossary of Northamptonshire , ' the local phrase ...
... grow fat . ' Mr. Halliwell explains it , ' to thrive , or grow fat ; ' and adds that , ' to batten in dung , is to lie upon it and beat it close together . ' In Sternberg's Folk Lore and Glossary of Northamptonshire , ' the local phrase ...
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The Lost Beauties of the English Language: An Appeal to Authors, Poets ... Charles Mackay Полный просмотр - 1874 |
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adjective Allan Ramsay Allan Ramsay's Scotch America ancient Anglo-Saxon applied auld Ballad Beaumont and Fletcher beautiful Ben Jonson blow bonnie Border Minstrelsy called Cantab Chaucer child common corruption Cumberland Cursor Mundi derived Dictionary diminutive Drayton English Language English word Epistle expression Faerie Queene fair formerly French German grass heart Henry Idem Jonson King lady land lass literature Lord meaning merry Metrical Romance Midsummer Night's Dream Milton Mirror for Magistrates modern word Morte Arthur muckle never night North of England o'er obsolete past participle Percy's Reliques person phrase Piers Ploughman poem poet poetry Polyolbion preterite Provincial Glossary quoted by Halliwell quoted by Nares Ramsay's Scotch Proverbs rede rhyme Robert Burns Romance of Sir root says Scotland Scottish Border sense Shakspeare Shanter Shrew signifies Spenser sweet synonyme Tale thee thou tongue tree verb vulgar whence the modern wife wind
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