Literary By-Paths in Old English1909 |
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Արդյունքներ 31–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
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... thing so base , But to my selfe the blame that lookt so hie . " Perhaps that last phrase lends support to Au- brey's assertion that Rosalind was kinswoman to Sir Erasmus Dryden's lady . Also , it is to be remembered that E. K.'s ...
... thing so base , But to my selfe the blame that lookt so hie . " Perhaps that last phrase lends support to Au- brey's assertion that Rosalind was kinswoman to Sir Erasmus Dryden's lady . Also , it is to be remembered that E. K.'s ...
Էջ 18
... thing to be spent in vain regrets for Rosalind ; he had better be off to London and try his fortune there . And Gabriel Harvey gave more than advice ; he , it seems , was the means of introducing Spenser to Sir Philip Sidney , and thus ...
... thing to be spent in vain regrets for Rosalind ; he had better be off to London and try his fortune there . And Gabriel Harvey gave more than advice ; he , it seems , was the means of introducing Spenser to Sir Philip Sidney , and thus ...
Էջ 23
... well - equipped for serving the State in high capacity , was waiting , wearily waiting , for some- thing to do . It was his mischance that that age bred a plethora of able men . At last his opportunity came , but in a form 23 IN OLD ...
... well - equipped for serving the State in high capacity , was waiting , wearily waiting , for some- thing to do . It was his mischance that that age bred a plethora of able men . At last his opportunity came , but in a form 23 IN OLD ...
Էջ 39
... things were best as they were . " For , sooth to say , it is no sort of life , For shepheard fit to lead in that same place , Where each one seeks with malice , and with strife , To thrust downe other into foule disgrace , Himselfe to ...
... things were best as they were . " For , sooth to say , it is no sort of life , For shepheard fit to lead in that same place , Where each one seeks with malice , and with strife , To thrust downe other into foule disgrace , Himselfe to ...
Էջ 68
... things tell no untruth ; even , in trifles : the custom of it is naughty . . . . Remember , my son , the noble blood you are descended of , by your mother's side ; and think that only by virtuous life and good action you may be an ...
... things tell no untruth ; even , in trifles : the custom of it is naughty . . . . Remember , my son , the noble blood you are descended of , by your mother's side ; and think that only by virtuous life and good action you may be an ...
Common terms and phrases
Alloway birth born building Burns Burns's Carlyle's Castle century church churchyard cottage daughter dear death Ecclefechan Elegy England English fact Faerie Queene famous farm father favour Gabriel Harvey Gilbert White GILBERT WHITE'S Goldsmith grave Gray Guli Hoddam Hill honour Hood's hope Ireland James Carlyle Jane John Hamilton Reynolds John Keats Keats Keats's Kilcolman Kirk lady letter Lishoy literary Little Britain lived Lochlea London Lord Mainhill Mariane Mauchline Mauchline Castle meeting-house memory Mossgiel mother Mount Oliphant never parish Penn Penshurst PENSHURST PLACE Peter Bell picture pilgrim poem poet poet's portrait record road Scotsbrig seems seen Selborne Shepheards Shepheards Calender Sidney sister sonnet Spenser spirit Stoke Poges stone Street Tam O'Shanter Tarbolton Thomas Carlyle Thomas Hood tion took Towneley Green trees verse village walls White wife William Winchester Wordsworth write wrote
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Էջ 110 - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude Forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
Էջ 168 - Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Էջ 159 - Careless their merits, or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began. Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his" failings leaned to virtue's side ; But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all.
Էջ 168 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year...
Էջ 269 - BRIGHT star ! would I were steadfast as thou art— Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night, And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like Nature's patient sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores, Or gazing on the new soft fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors.
Էջ 166 - 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...
Էջ 168 - His house was known to all the vagrant train ; He chid their wanderings, but relieved their pain...
Էջ 117 - In vain to me the smiling mornings shine, And reddening Phoebus lifts his golden fire : The birds in vain their amorous descant join, Or cheerful fields resume their green attire. These ears, alas ! for other notes repine ; A different object do these eyes require ; My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine ; And in my breast the imperfect joys expire...
Էջ 185 - Wi' mony an eldritch skreech and hollow. Ah, Tam! Ah, Tam! thou'll get thy fairin! In hell they'll roast thee like a herrin! In vain thy Kate awaits thy comin! Kate soon will be a woefu
Էջ 185 - O YE, whose cheek the tear of pity stains, Draw near with pious rev'rence, and attend ! Here lie the loving husband's dear remains, The tender father, and the gen'rous friend. The pitying heart that felt for human woe ; The dauntless heart that fear'd no human pride ; The friend of man, to vice alone a foe ; " For ev'n his failings lean'd to virtue's side.