A History of English Literature: In a Series of Biographical SketchesT. Nelson and Sons, 1869 - 549 էջ |
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... night , having left the hall , he lay down to sleep in the stable ; and as he slept , he dreamed that a stranger came to him , and said , " Caedmon , sing me something . " " I know nothing to sing , " said the poor herd , " and so F had ...
... night , having left the hall , he lay down to sleep in the stable ; and as he slept , he dreamed that a stranger came to him , and said , " Caedmon , sing me something . " " I know nothing to sing , " said the poor herd , " and so F had ...
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... nights , was an olla podrida of interesting stories , gathered from every possible source and done into Latin by unknown hands . These books , called Gesta , were made up of monkish legends , chivalric romances , ghost - stories ...
... nights , was an olla podrida of interesting stories , gathered from every possible source and done into Latin by unknown hands . These books , called Gesta , were made up of monkish legends , chivalric romances , ghost - stories ...
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... night - time carved . STANZAS FROM " THE FLOUR AND THE LEFE " And at the last I cast mine eye aside , And was ware of a lusty company That came roming out of the field wide , Hond in hond a knight and a lady ; The ladies all in surcotes ...
... night - time carved . STANZAS FROM " THE FLOUR AND THE LEFE " And at the last I cast mine eye aside , And was ware of a lusty company That came roming out of the field wide , Hond in hond a knight and a lady ; The ladies all in surcotes ...
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... night into his private room , found him , where he had hidden , in a vault below the flooring , and after a fearful struggle cut him almost to pieces with their swords and knives . VERSES SELECTED FROM " THE KING'S QUHAIR . " Cast I ...
... night into his private room , found him , where he had hidden , in a vault below the flooring , and after a fearful struggle cut him almost to pieces with their swords and knives . VERSES SELECTED FROM " THE KING'S QUHAIR . " Cast I ...
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... She turned has , and furth her wayis went ; But tho began mine aches and torment , To see her part , and follow I na might ; Methought the day was turned into night . [ before [ slightly " VISION OF PIERS PLOUGHMAN . " 67 CHAPTER VII.
... She turned has , and furth her wayis went ; But tho began mine aches and torment , To see her part , and follow I na might ; Methought the day was turned into night . [ before [ slightly " VISION OF PIERS PLOUGHMAN . " 67 CHAPTER VII.
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A History of English Literature: In a Series of Biographical Sketches William Francis Collier Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1877 |
A History of English Literature: In a Series of Biographical Sketches William Francis Collier Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1880 |
A History of English Literature: In a Series of Biographical Sketches William Francis Collier Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1868 |
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Էջ 392 - Dark-heaving; boundless, endless, and sublime, — The image of Eternity, the throne Of the Invisible : even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made ; each zone Obeys thee ; thou goest forth, dread, iathomless, alone.
Էջ 378 - ... little did I dream that I should have lived to see such disasters fallen upon her in a nation of gallant men, in a nation of men of honour, and of cavaliers. 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 for ever.
Էջ 350 - Is not a patron, my lord, one who looks with unconcern on a man struggling for life in the water, and, when he has reached ground, encumbers him with help ? The notice which you have been pleased to take of my labours, had it been early had been kind ; but it has been delayed till I am indifferent, and cannot enjoy it ; till I am solitary. and cannot impart it; till I am known, and do not want it.
Էջ 446 - 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! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? GOD! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, GOD!
Էջ 324 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care : No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How...
Էջ 148 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight? Or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
Էջ 189 - For so have I seen a lark rising from his bed of grass, and soaring upwards, singing as he rises, and hopes to get to heaven, and climb above the clouds : but the poor bird was beaten back with the loud sighings of an eastern wind, and his motion made irregular and inconstant — descending more at every breath of the tempest, than it could recover by the...
Էջ 210 - What matter where, if I be still the same And what I should be, all but less than he Whom thunder hath made greater...
Էջ 391 - His steps are not upon thy paths, thy fields Are not a spoil for him, — thou dost arise And shake him from thee; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling, to his gods, where haply lies His pretty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth: — there let him lay.
Էջ 363 - It was on the day, or rather night, of the 27th of June 1787, between the hours of eleven and twelve, that I wrote the last lines of the last page in a summer-house in my garden. After laying down my pen, I took several turns in a berccau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains.