The Story of English LiteratureCassell, Petter, Galpin & Company, 1882 - 519 էջ |
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... death was sung by his uncle Fergus , the chief bard . Fionn , the chief , is supposed to be asking Fergus about the battle , and after Fergus has told him the sad story of the defeat of their clan , and of the many heroes who had fought ...
... death was sung by his uncle Fergus , the chief bard . Fionn , the chief , is supposed to be asking Fergus about the battle , and after Fergus has told him the sad story of the defeat of their clan , and of the many heroes who had fought ...
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... with the promise of victory to the Cymri . Thus Merlin , a bard of Arthur's hall , went out of his mind at the sight of 44 * Gray's Death of Hoei . " the miseries and horrors that he saw , and spent KELTIC AND FIRST ENGLISH LITERATure . 5.
... with the promise of victory to the Cymri . Thus Merlin , a bard of Arthur's hall , went out of his mind at the sight of 44 * Gray's Death of Hoei . " the miseries and horrors that he saw , and spent KELTIC AND FIRST ENGLISH LITERATure . 5.
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... Cædmon must sing his songs with all the just and true before the throne of God in heaven . He was ailing for about a fortnight before his • death , but still able to be about . KELTIC AND First English Literature . II.
... Cædmon must sing his songs with all the just and true before the throne of God in heaven . He was ailing for about a fortnight before his • death , but still able to be about . KELTIC AND First English Literature . II.
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Anna Buckland. • death , but still able to be about . On the evening of the night in which he died , he asked some one to make up a bed for him in the room in which those persons were placed who appeared to be dying ; and here he went to ...
Anna Buckland. • death , but still able to be about . On the evening of the night in which he died , he asked some one to make up a bed for him in the room in which those persons were placed who appeared to be dying ; and here he went to ...
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... death , about a book he was compiling " I will not have my pupils read a falsehood , nor labour therein without profit after my death . ” Bede wrote as many as forty - five different books , all of them intended for teaching and ...
... death , about a book he was compiling " I will not have my pupils read a falsehood , nor labour therein without profit after my death . ” Bede wrote as many as forty - five different books , all of them intended for teaching and ...
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Էջ 247 - Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freaked with jet, The glowing violet, The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears; Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffodillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.
Էջ 242 - Beauty is Nature's brag, and must be shown In courts, at feasts, and high solemnities, Where most may wonder at' the workmanship ; It is for homely features to keep home, They had their name thence ; coarse complexions, And cheeks of sorry grain, will serve to ply The sampler, and to tease the huswife's wool.
Էջ 246 - ... devout prayer to that eternal Spirit, who can enrich with all utterance and knowledge, and sends out his seraphim, with the hallowed fire of his altar, to touch and purify the lips of whom he pleases...
Էջ 287 - Henceforth I learn, that to obey is best, And love, with fear, the only God ; to walk As in his presence, ever to observe His providence, and on him sole depend...
Էջ 218 - Fair daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon: As yet the early-rising sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the evensong; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along. » We have short time to stay as you; We have as short a spring; As quick a growth to meet decay, As you or anything. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the summer's rain; Or as the pearls of morning's dew, Ne'er to be found again.
Էջ 434 - How small, of all that human hearts endure , That part which laws or kings can cause or cure...
Էջ 342 - At last divine Cecilia came, Inventress of the vocal frame ; The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store, Enlarg'd the former narrow bounds, And added length to solemn sounds, With nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before. Let old Timotheus yield the prize, Or both divide the crown ; He raised a mortal to the skies, She drew an angel down.
Էջ 486 - They moved in tracks of shining white, And when they reared, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes. Within the shadow of the ship I watched their rich attire: Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, They coiled and swam ; and every track Was a flash of golden fire.
Էջ 247 - Weep no more, woeful Shepherds, weep no more ! For Lycidas, your sorrow, is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor : So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
Էջ 163 - Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell : Hark! now I hear them, — ding-dong, bell.