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... soul rest . Francis Petrarch , the laureat poet , Highte this clerk , whose rhethoricke sweet Enlumined all Itaille of poetrie . " How pleasant , in this prosy , matter - of - fact age , to look back to the fourteenth century , and ...
... soul rest . Francis Petrarch , the laureat poet , Highte this clerk , whose rhethoricke sweet Enlumined all Itaille of poetrie . " How pleasant , in this prosy , matter - of - fact age , to look back to the fourteenth century , and ...
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... soul- its woes , its anguish , and its strength of suffering and of heroism . In this , the harmonious union of true tragic and comic powers , Chaucer and Shakespeare stand alone in our literature ; it places them above all the other ...
... soul- its woes , its anguish , and its strength of suffering and of heroism . In this , the harmonious union of true tragic and comic powers , Chaucer and Shakespeare stand alone in our literature ; it places them above all the other ...
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... souls to death and deadly night ! " How could men be merry or wise , when the bells in the church - steeples were not heard for the sound of drums and trumpets , and their voices were daily hushed by ⚫ battle - cries and the crackling ...
... souls to death and deadly night ! " How could men be merry or wise , when the bells in the church - steeples were not heard for the sound of drums and trumpets , and their voices were daily hushed by ⚫ battle - cries and the crackling ...
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... soul in ' The Shepherd's Calendar . ' " The name at once suggests scenes of rural life , where " Every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale , " or pipes his tender song , " In shadow of a green oak - tree , " marking ...
... soul in ' The Shepherd's Calendar . ' " The name at once suggests scenes of rural life , where " Every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale , " or pipes his tender song , " In shadow of a green oak - tree , " marking ...
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... soul , in sending kind wishes and keepsakes to his friends , and in the enjoyment of music . All England wore mourning for his death , and volumes of laments and elegies were poured forth in all languages . His whole life was a poem ...
... soul , in sending kind wishes and keepsakes to his friends , and in the enjoyment of music . All England wore mourning for his death , and volumes of laments and elegies were poured forth in all languages . His whole life was a poem ...
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Сторінка 275 - Then kneeling down, to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays: Hope "springs exulting on triumphant wing," That thus they all shall meet in future days: There, ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere...
Сторінка 205 - Seven years, my lord, have now passed since I waited in your outward rooms, or was repulsed from your door; during which time I have been pushing on my work through difficulties, of which it is useless to complain, and have brought it at last to the verge of publication, without one act of assistance, one word of encouragement, or one smile of favour.
Сторінка 72 - So dear to Heaven is saintly chastity That, when a soul is found sincerely so, A thousand liveried angels lackey her, Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt...
Сторінка 222 - There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school ; A man severe he was, and stern to view, I knew him well, and every truant knew...
Сторінка 74 - YET once more, O ye laurels, and once more, Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude ; And, with forced fingers rude, Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. Bitter constraint, and sad occasion dear, Compels me to disturb your season due : For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer : Who would not sing for Lycidas ? He knew, Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme.
Сторінка 222 - Yet he was kind; or, if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault; The village all declared how much he knew; 'Twas certain he could write, and cipher too; Lands he could measure, terms and tides presage, And even the story ran that he could gauge...
Сторінка 275 - The priest-like father reads the sacred page, How Abram was the friend of God on high ; Or, Moses bade eternal warfare wage With Amalek's ungracious progeny ; Or, how the royal bard did groaning lie Beneath the stroke of Heaven's avenging ire ; Or, Job's pathetic plaint and wailing cry ; Or, rapt Isaiah's wild, seraphic fire ; Or other holy seers that tune the sacred lyre.
Сторінка 248 - With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine — thy own sweet smile I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, ' Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away!
Сторінка 278 - Unskilful he to note the card Of prudent lore, Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, And whelm him o'er! Such fate to suffering worth is...
Сторінка 241 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and God has given my share — I still had hopes, my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose...