The Modern Language Review, Том 11John George Robertson, Charles Jasper Sisson Modern Humanities Research Association, 1916 The Modern Language Review (MLR) is an interdisciplinary journal encompassing the following fields: English (including United States and the Commonwealth), French (including Francophone Africa and Canada), Germanic (including Dutch and Scandinavian), Hispanic (including Latin-American, Portuguese, and Catalan), Italian, Slavonic and East European Studies, and General Studies (including linguistics, comparative literature, and critical theory). |
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Сторінка 508 - THOU hearest the Nightingale begin the Song of Spring. The Lark sitting upon his earthy bed, just as the morn Appears, listens silent; then springing from the waving Cornfield, loud He leads the Choir of Day: trill, trill, trill, trill, Mounting upon the wings of light into the Great Expanse, Reechoing against the lovely blue & shining heavenly Shell, His little throat labours with inspiration; every feather On throat & breast & wings vibrates with the effluence Divine.
Сторінка 171 - Give yourself no unnecessary pain, My dear Lord Cardinal. Here, mother, tie My girdle for me, and bind up this hair In any simple knot : ay, that does well. And yours I see is coming down. How often Have we done this for one another ! now We shall not do it any more. My lord, We are quite ready. Well, 'tis very well.
Сторінка 248 - The forward youth that would appear Must now forsake his muses dear, Nor in the shadows sing His numbers languishing : 'Tis time to leave the books in dust, And oil the unused armour's rust, Removing from the wall The corselet of the hall.
Сторінка 158 - The motion of a muscle — this way or that — 'Tis done ; and in the after-vacancy We wonder at ourselves like men betrayed : Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, 1 1837.
Сторінка 166 - Whene'er with haggard eyes I view This dungeon that I'm rotting in, I think of those companions true Who studied with me at the U — — niversity of Gottingen, — — niversity of Gottingen.
Сторінка 138 - My sister her petition in that force, With that celerity and nature which She makes it in, from henceforth I'll not dare To ask you any thing, nor be so hardy Ever to take a husband.
Сторінка 136 - The prim'st for this proceeding, and the number To carry such a business ; forth and levy Our worthiest instruments ; whilst we dispatch This grand act of our life, this daring deed Of fate in wedlock.
Сторінка 53 - Reproach not thine own soul, but know thyself, Nor hate another's crime, nor loathe thine own. It is the dark idolatry of self Which, when our thoughts and actions once are gone, Demands that man should weep and bleed and groan ; Oh vacant expiation ! Be at rest.
Сторінка 213 - Even to a point within our day and night ; And keep thy heart light lest it make thee sink When hope has kindled hope, and lured thee to the brink.
Сторінка 75 - There are some that are not pleased with fiction, unless it be bold ; not only to exceed the work, but also the possibility of nature ; they would have impenetrable armours, enchanted castles, invulnerable bodies, iron men, flying horses, and a thousand other such things, which are easily feigned by them that dare.