The Story of English LiteratureCassell, Petter, Galpin & Company, 1882 - 519 էջ |
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... wrote a History of England , beginning at the time when the English first came over to this country under Hengist and Horsa , and this he carried on , through the story of the Norman Conquest , down to the reign of Henry I. This book ...
... wrote a History of England , beginning at the time when the English first came over to this country under Hengist and Horsa , and this he carried on , through the story of the Norman Conquest , down to the reign of Henry I. This book ...
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... wrote anything in his book again , so that it is supposed he must have died shortly after . Besides the History of England , William of Malmesbury wrote a History of Eng- lish Bishops and Abbots , and some lives of the saints . We now ...
... wrote anything in his book again , so that it is supposed he must have died shortly after . Besides the History of England , William of Malmesbury wrote a History of Eng- lish Bishops and Abbots , and some lives of the saints . We now ...
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... wrote earnest books for their instruction and help , yet they could know little of their daily work and business , and little of the joys of home , its merry laughter or its tender sorrows . In the Norman and early Plantagenet times ...
... wrote earnest books for their instruction and help , yet they could know little of their daily work and business , and little of the joys of home , its merry laughter or its tender sorrows . In the Norman and early Plantagenet times ...
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... wrote poetry , sometimes taking an old story or legend which he had met with in his reading , but giving his own version of it , and telling it so as to carry some of his own sound sense of what was true and right , and his own trust ...
... wrote poetry , sometimes taking an old story or legend which he had met with in his reading , but giving his own version of it , and telling it so as to carry some of his own sound sense of what was true and right , and his own trust ...
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... wrote a poem , full of graceful fancies and fairy story , that he called his " Dream . " Her sister was a young widow named Catherine Swynford , and she was governess to John of Gaunt's children . After Chaucer and Philippa de Rouet ...
... wrote a poem , full of graceful fancies and fairy story , that he called his " Dream . " Her sister was a young widow named Catherine Swynford , and she was governess to John of Gaunt's children . After Chaucer and Philippa de Rouet ...
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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.