English Prose and Verse from Beowulf to StevensonHenry Spackman Pancoast H. Holt, 1915 - 816 էջ |
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... spirit under the chastisement of blindness and disappointment , and Scott's no less splendid fortitude , lie open to us , with no medium of critic or commentator between their souls and ours . To study literary history in such a fashion ...
... spirit under the chastisement of blindness and disappointment , and Scott's no less splendid fortitude , lie open to us , with no medium of critic or commentator between their souls and ours . To study literary history in such a fashion ...
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Henry Spackman Pancoast. obligation to be faithful to the spirit as well as to the letter , and that the letter without the spirit is dead . Translation or modernization was necessary if the earlier literature were to be made generally ...
Henry Spackman Pancoast. obligation to be faithful to the spirit as well as to the letter , and that the letter without the spirit is dead . Translation or modernization was necessary if the earlier literature were to be made generally ...
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... Spirit ( From Celtic Litera- ture ) .... 745 687 The Trial of Warren Hastings . 690 Oliver Goldsmith ... 693 Culture ( From Culture and Anarchy ) .. The Voices of Youth ( From Discourses in America ) ... 748 749 The State of England in ...
... Spirit ( From Celtic Litera- ture ) .... 745 687 The Trial of Warren Hastings . 690 Oliver Goldsmith ... 693 Culture ( From Culture and Anarchy ) .. The Voices of Youth ( From Discourses in America ) ... 748 749 The State of England in ...
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... spirit , he finds not the helper's hand . Therefore the glory - grasper full heavy of soul may be . 15 So , far from my fatherland , and mine own good kinsmen free , I must bind my heart in fetters , for long , ah ! long ago , The ...
... spirit , he finds not the helper's hand . Therefore the glory - grasper full heavy of soul may be . 15 So , far from my fatherland , and mine own good kinsmen free , I must bind my heart in fetters , for long , ah ! long ago , The ...
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... spirit 40 1155 45 50 50 1 The date and authorship are unknown . Some scholars think that the Seafarer is a dialogue between an old sailor and a young man who longs to go to sea , but as this is mere conjecture , no attempt has been made ...
... spirit 40 1155 45 50 50 1 The date and authorship are unknown . Some scholars think that the Seafarer is a dialogue between an old sailor and a young man who longs to go to sea , but as this is mere conjecture , no attempt has been made ...
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Allan-a-Dale Bargrave battle beauty behold Beowulf Binnorie Boethius breast breath called dark dead dear death delight doth dread Duke of Bedford earth England English eyes fair father fear fire flowers glory grace hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven holy honour hour king King Arthur lady land Layamon learning leave light live look Lord mind morning nature never night noble o'er pain pass pleasure poem poet poor praise pray pride prince quoth rich round Saladin Shakespeare sigh sight sing Sir Bedivere Sir Ector Sir Kay Sir Lucan Sir Mordred sleep song sorrow soul spirit sweet sword tears tell thee thine things thou art thought Timor Mortis conturbat tion Twas unto Veal ween weep wind wise words youth
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Էջ 429 - Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, 'Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
Էջ 306 - Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And without sneering, teach the rest to sneer; Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike, Just hint a fault and hesitate dislike...
Էջ 521 - I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain, when with never a stain The pavilion of Heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams Build up the blue dome of air, 80 ••I silently laugh at my own cenotaph.
Էջ 494 - Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover! A savage place! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover! And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething, As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing, A...
Էջ 494 - Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me, That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome ! those caves of ice ! And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware ! Beware ! His flashing eyes, his floating hair ! Weave a circle round him thrice, And close your eyes with holy dread, For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise.
Էջ 480 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower ; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind...
Էջ 497 - I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied : Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide ; And now am I come, with this lost love of mine To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland, more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar...
Էջ 509 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord!
Էջ 163 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
Էջ 519 - Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth! And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind! Be through my lips to unawakened earth The trumpet of a prophecy ! O, Wind, If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?