The Story of English LiteratureCassell, Petter, Galpin & Company, 1882 - 519 էջ |
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... poor parish priest had little money to spend upon them ; but Layamon was as brave and steadfast in the service he had in hand as any of Arthur's knights . His quest of the books was long and difficult ; but at last he returned to his ...
... poor parish priest had little money to spend upon them ; but Layamon was as brave and steadfast in the service he had in hand as any of Arthur's knights . His quest of the books was long and difficult ; but at last he returned to his ...
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... poor and oppressed . In the midst of this time , probably in the year 1328 , * there was born in London a little child , who was named Geoffrey Chaucer . His father was most likely a wine mer- chant , living near the Church of St ...
... poor and oppressed . In the midst of this time , probably in the year 1328 , * there was born in London a little child , who was named Geoffrey Chaucer . His father was most likely a wine mer- chant , living near the Church of St ...
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... poor , the old man , or the little child ; and he made it speak of the truth and purity of all good women . He tells us how , when the month of May was come and the birds sang sweetly all day long , he would leave his books , which he ...
... poor , the old man , or the little child ; and he made it speak of the truth and purity of all good women . He tells us how , when the month of May was come and the birds sang sweetly all day long , he would leave his books , which he ...
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... poor ; and at the same time his wife Philippa fell sick and died . The ten next years of his life were a constant struggle with poverty ; and though he had sons , yet the loss of his wife caused him , no doubt , many an hour of lonely ...
... poor ; and at the same time his wife Philippa fell sick and died . The ten next years of his life were a constant struggle with poverty ; and though he had sons , yet the loss of his wife caused him , no doubt , many an hour of lonely ...
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... poor little mouse hurt in a trap ; and she keeps little dogs , which she pets and feeds— " With roasted flesh , and milk , and wastel bread , But sore she wept if one of them were dead , Or if men smote it with a yew - rod smart , And ...
... poor little mouse hurt in a trap ; and she keeps little dogs , which she pets and feeds— " With roasted flesh , and milk , and wastel bread , But sore she wept if one of them were dead , Or if men smote it with a yew - rod smart , And ...
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Էջ 253 - 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 267 - Old Law did save, And such as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in heaven without restraint, Came vested all in white, pure as her mind.
Էջ 248 - 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 252 - ... 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 293 - 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 348 - 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 169 - 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.
Էջ 492 - 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 253 - 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 441 - Ye friends to truth, ye statesmen who survey The rich man's joys increase, the poor's decay, 'Tis yours to judge, how wide the limits stand Between a splendid and a happy land.