Halleck's New English LiteratureAmerican Book Company, 1913 - 647 стор. |
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... French philosopher wrote a book entitled Anglo - Saxon Superiority , In What Does It Consist ? His answer was , " In self - reliance and in the happiness found in surmounting the material and moral difficulties of life . " A study of ...
... French philosopher wrote a book entitled Anglo - Saxon Superiority , In What Does It Consist ? His answer was , " In self - reliance and in the happiness found in surmounting the material and moral difficulties of life . " A study of ...
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... French wives , and adopted the French language . In 1066 their leader , Duke William , and his army crossed the English Channel and won the battle of Hastings , in which Harold , the last Anglo- Saxon king , was killed . William thus ...
... French wives , and adopted the French language . In 1066 their leader , Duke William , and his army crossed the English Channel and won the battle of Hastings , in which Harold , the last Anglo- Saxon king , was killed . William thus ...
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Reuben Post Halleck. Characteristics of the Normans . The intermixture of Teutonic and French blood had given to the Normans the best qualities of both races . The Norman was nimble- witted , highly imaginative , and full of northern ...
Reuben Post Halleck. Characteristics of the Normans . The intermixture of Teutonic and French blood had given to the Normans the best qualities of both races . The Norman was nimble- witted , highly imaginative , and full of northern ...
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... French knights with his long bow . This period laid the foundation for the almost complete disappearance of serfdom ... French army in England , followed by the rule of the conquerors , who made French the language of high life . It ...
... French knights with his long bow . This period laid the foundation for the almost complete disappearance of serfdom ... French army in England , followed by the rule of the conquerors , who made French the language of high life . It ...
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... French soil , resulting in the capture of Calais , which remained for more than two hundred years in the possession of England . At the close of this period we find Wycliffe , “ the morning star of the Reformation , " and Chaucer , the ...
... French soil , resulting in the capture of Calais , which remained for more than two hundred years in the possession of England . At the close of this period we find Wycliffe , “ the morning star of the Reformation , " and Chaucer , the ...
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Сторінка 572 - And only the Master shall praise us. and only the Master shall blame: And no one shall work for money. and no one shall work for fame. But each for the joy of the working. and each. in his separate star. Shall draw the Thing as he sees It for the God of Things as They Are!
Сторінка 333 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden -flower grows wild; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year...
Сторінка 129 - Reading maketh a full man; conference a ready man; and writing an exact man. And therefore, if a man write little, he had need have a great memory; if he confer little, he had need have a present wit; and if he read little, he had need have much cunning, to seem to know that he doth not.
Сторінка 312 - midst its dreary dells, Whose walls more awful nod By thy religious gleams. Or if chill blustering winds, or driving rain, Prevent my willing feet, be mine the hut, That from the mountain's side, Views wilds, and swelling floods, And hamlets brown, and dim-discovered spires, And hears their simple bell, and marks o'er all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual dusky veil.
Сторінка 196 - O ! wonder ! How many goodly creatures are there here ! How beauteous mankind is ! O brave new world, That has such people in't ! Pro.
Сторінка 224 - But man is a noble animal, splendid in ashes, and pompous in the grave, solemnizing nativities and deaths with equal lustre, nor omitting ceremonies of bravery in the infamy of his nature.
Сторінка 551 - There shall never be one lost good! What was, shall live as before; The evil is null, is nought, is silence implying sound; What was good shall be good, with, for evil, so much good more; On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven, a perfect round.
Сторінка 410 - The Niobe of nations, — there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe ; An empty urn within her withered hands, Whose holy dust was scattered long ago ; The Scipios...
Сторінка 563 - When the hounds of spring are on winter's traces, The mother of months in meadow or plain Fills the shadows and windy places With lisp of leaves and ripple of rain ; And the brown bright nightingale amorous Is half assuaged for Itylus, For the Thracian ships and the foreign faces, The tongueless vigil, and all the pain.
Сторінка 169 - Oh, thou art fairer than the evening air Clad in, the beauty of a thousand stars...