Halleck's New English LiteratureAmerican Book Company, 1913 - 647 стор. |
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... hand , but without hesitation he followed the bloody trail of Grendel's mother , until it disappeared at the edge of a terrible flood . Undaunted by the dragons and serpents that made their home within the depths , he grasped a 1 ...
... hand , but without hesitation he followed the bloody trail of Grendel's mother , until it disappeared at the edge of a terrible flood . Undaunted by the dragons and serpents that made their home within the depths , he grasped a 1 ...
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... hand the flames , Driven backward , slope their pointing spires , and , rolled In billows , leave i ' th ' midst a horrid vale . " 994 It is not certain that Milton ever knew of the existence of the Cadmonian Genesis ; for he was blind ...
... hand the flames , Driven backward , slope their pointing spires , and , rolled In billows , leave i ' th ' midst a horrid vale . " 994 It is not certain that Milton ever knew of the existence of the Cadmonian Genesis ; for he was blind ...
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... hand , this poetry uses many direct and forcible metaphors , such as " wave - ropes " for ice , the " whale - road " or " swan - road " for the sea , the " foamy- necked floater " for a ship , the " war - adder " for an arrow , the ...
... hand , this poetry uses many direct and forcible metaphors , such as " wave - ropes " for ice , the " whale - road " or " swan - road " for the sea , the " foamy- necked floater " for a ship , the " war - adder " for an arrow , the ...
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... hands and fingers than the blossoms of the wood anemone amidst the spray of the meadow fountain . " 8 King Arthur and his Table are Celtic heroes . romantic Knights of the Round Possibly the Celtic strain persist- ing in many of the ...
... hands and fingers than the blossoms of the wood anemone amidst the spray of the meadow fountain . " 8 King Arthur and his Table are Celtic heroes . romantic Knights of the Round Possibly the Celtic strain persist- ing in many of the ...
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... hand , the Saxon prose was produced chiefly in the south of England . The most glorious period of Anglo - Saxon prose was during Alfred's reign , 871-901 . - Bede . This famous monk ( 673-735 ) was probably the greatest teacher and the ...
... hand , the Saxon prose was produced chiefly in the south of England . The most glorious period of Anglo - Saxon prose was during Alfred's reign , 871-901 . - Bede . This famous monk ( 673-735 ) was probably the greatest teacher and 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...