A Manual of English Literature, and of the History of the English Language, from the Norman Conquest; with Numerous SpecimensGriffin,, 1863 - 536 стор. |
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... possess a large mass of literature in their native tongues , much of which has been printed , in great part no doubt of comparatively modern pro- duction , but claiming some of it , in its substance if not exactly in the very form in ...
... possess a large mass of literature in their native tongues , much of which has been printed , in great part no doubt of comparatively modern pro- duction , but claiming some of it , in its substance if not exactly in the very form in ...
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... possessed of this very moderate amount of learning . Contrasting this lamentable state of things with the better days that had gone before , he exclaims , " I wish thee to know that it comes very often into my mind , what wise men there ...
... possessed of this very moderate amount of learning . Contrasting this lamentable state of things with the better days that had gone before , he exclaims , " I wish thee to know that it comes very often into my mind , what wise men there ...
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... possess suffi- cient wealth , may for a time apply to no other task till they first well know how to read English . Let those learn Latin afterwards , who will know more , and advance to a higher con- dition . " In this wise and ...
... possess suffi- cient wealth , may for a time apply to no other task till they first well know how to read English . Let those learn Latin afterwards , who will know more , and advance to a higher con- dition . " In this wise and ...
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... possess ) ; and accordingly we hold the Mosogothic to be a language which has passed away and perished , notwithstanding that there may be some other lan- guage or languages still existing of which there is good reason to look upon it ...
... possess ) ; and accordingly we hold the Mosogothic to be a language which has passed away and perished , notwithstanding that there may be some other lan- guage or languages still existing of which there is good reason to look upon it ...
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... possess written in it is also of great value for the matter . But the essential element of a literature is not matter , but manner . Here too , as in everything else , the soul of the artistic is form ; -beauty of form . Now of that ...
... possess written in it is also of great value for the matter . But the essential element of a literature is not matter , but manner . Here too , as in everything else , the soul of the artistic is form ; -beauty of form . Now of that ...
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ancient appears beauty belonging born brought called century character Chaucer common composition considerable continued course death died distinguished doubt edition Edward effect England English entitled expression fact feeling force French genius give given greatest hand Henry imagination Italy John kind king known language Latin latter learned least less lines literature lived London Lord manner means mentioned mind native natural nearly never observes original passages passion perhaps period pieces play poem poet poetical poetry popular present principle printed probably produced prose published readers regard reign remarkable respect rhyme says seems sense Shakespeare sometimes speech spirit story style supposed taken Tale things thou thought tion tongue translation true truth University verse volume whole writer written
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Сторінка 499 - What thou art we know not: What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
Сторінка 436 - I would not trust my heart ; — the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might — But no : — what here we call our life is such, So little to be loved, and thou so much, That I should ill requite thee to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds again.
Сторінка 503 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Clustered around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
Сторінка 503 - Fade, far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
Сторінка 504 - Forlorn ! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self ! Adieu ! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu ! adieu ! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades : Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — do I wake or sleep?
Сторінка 436 - Shoots into port at some well-havened isle, Where spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods, that show Her beauteous form reflected clear below, While airs impregnated with incense play Around her, fanning light her streamers gay; — So thou, with sails how swift! hast reached the shore " Where tempests never beat nor billows roar," And thy loved consort on the dangerous tide Of life long since has anchored by thy side.
Сторінка 499 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there.
Сторінка 434 - 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 314 - I am now indebted, as being a work not to be raised from the heat of youth or the vapours of wine, like that which flows at waste from the pen of some vulgar amorist or the trencher fury of a rhyming parasite, nor to be obtained by the invocation of Dame Memory and her siren daughters, but by devout prayer to that eternal Spirit who can enrich with all utterance and knowledge, and...
Сторінка 464 - My eyes are dim with childish tears, My heart is idly stirred, For the same sound is in my ears Which in those days I heard. " Thus fares it still in our decay : And yet the wiser mind Mourns less for what age takes away Than what it leaves behind.