History of English literature, tr. by H. van Laun, Հատոր 1 |
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... wish to go . ' ' We smote with our swords , ' says a song attributed to Ragnar Lodbrog ; ' to me it was a joy like having my bright bride by me on the couch . . . . He who has never been wounded lives a weary life . ' One of them , at ...
... wish to go . ' ' We smote with our swords , ' says a song attributed to Ragnar Lodbrog ; ' to me it was a joy like having my bright bride by me on the couch . . . . He who has never been wounded lives a weary life . ' One of them , at ...
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... wishes to die , like Sigurd , on the corpse of him whom alone she had loved , if they had not deprived her of memory by a magic potion . Thus affected , she departs in order to marry Atli , king of the Huns ; and yet she goes against ...
... wishes to die , like Sigurd , on the corpse of him whom alone she had loved , if they had not deprived her of memory by a magic potion . Thus affected , she departs in order to marry Atli , king of the Huns ; and yet she goes against ...
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... wishing to have his son taught Danish , had to send him to Bayeux , where it was still spoken . The great masses always form the race in the end , and generally the genius and language . Thus this people , so transformed , quickly ...
... wishing to have his son taught Danish , had to send him to Bayeux , where it was still spoken . The great masses always form the race in the end , and generally the genius and language . Thus this people , so transformed , quickly ...
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... wishing to ring it , he uses irony , smacks his lips and pretends to wax impatient against the poor fool whom he has caught , calls him proud , complains because the other does not answer , and because he wishes to rise to the clouds ...
... wishing to ring it , he uses irony , smacks his lips and pretends to wax impatient against the poor fool whom he has caught , calls him proud , complains because the other does not answer , and because he wishes to rise to the clouds ...
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... wish to wound : if he stings , it is as a bee , without venom ; an instant later he is not thinking of it ; if need be , he will take himself as an object of his pleasantry ; all he wishes is to keep up in himself and in us sparkling ...
... wish to wound : if he stings , it is as a bee , without venom ; an instant later he is not thinking of it ; if need be , he will take himself as an object of his pleasantry ; all he wishes is to keep up in himself and in us sparkling ...
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Էջ 450 - And in the midst of the seven candlesticks one like unto the Son of man, clothed with a garment down to the foot, and girt about the paps with a golden girdle.
Էջ 370 - Almighty and most merciful Father, We have erred and strayed from thy ways like lost sheep. We have followed too much the devices and desires of our own hearts. We have offended against thy holy laws. We have left undone those things which we ought to have done; And we have done those things which we ought not to have done; And there is no health in us.
Էջ 302 - Two loves I have of comfort and despair, Which like two spirits do suggest me still ; The better angel is a man right fair, The worser spirit a woman colour'd ill. To win me soon to hell, my female evil Tempteth my better angel from my side, And would corrupt my saint to be a devil, Wooing his purity with her foul pride.
Էջ 268 - I behold like a Spanish great galleon, and an English man-of-war; Master Coleridge, like the former, was built far higher in learning, solid, but slow in his performances. CVL, with the English man-of-war, lesser in bulk, but lighter in sailing, could turn with all tides, tack about, and take advantage of all winds, by the quickness of his wit and invention.
Էջ 370 - 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 ; through Jesus Christ our Lord.
Էջ 337 - O, that this too too solid flesh would melt, Thaw and resolve itself into a dew ! Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God ! God! How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fie on't ! ah fie ! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed ; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely.
Էջ 429 - For books are not absolutely dead things, but do contain a potency of life in them to be as active as that soul was whose progeny they are; nay they do preserve as in a vial the purest efficacy and extraction of that living intellect that bred them.
Էջ 158 - The turtle to her mate hath told her tale. Summer is come, for every spray now springs: The hart hath hung his old head on the pale; The buck in brake his winter coat he flings ; The fishes flete with new repaired scale.
Էջ 436 - There, held in holy passion still, Forget thyself to marble, till With a sad leaden downward cast Thou fix them on the earth as fast...
Էջ 451 - Is this the region, this the soil, the clime," Said then the lost Archangel, " this the seat That we must change for Heaven? — this mournful gloom For that celestial light ? Be...