Halleck's New English LiteratureAmerican Book Company, 1913 - 647 стор. |
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... tion of some king or noble would be fired , and he would sing of his own great deeds . We read in Beowulf that in Hrothgar's famous hall- 66 fær was hearpan swēg , .. • swutol sang scopes . ” · there was sound of harp Loud the singing ...
... tion of some king or noble would be fired , and he would sing of his own great deeds . We read in Beowulf that in Hrothgar's famous hall- 66 fær was hearpan swēg , .. • swutol sang scopes . ” · there was sound of harp Loud the singing ...
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... tion that could never have occurred to a poet of the war- like Saxon race before the introduction of Christianity : - 66 ... Hunger is not there nor thirst , Sleep nor heavy sickness , nor the scorching of the Sun ; Neither cold nor ...
... tion that could never have occurred to a poet of the war- like Saxon race before the introduction of Christianity : - 66 ... Hunger is not there nor thirst , Sleep nor heavy sickness , nor the scorching of the Sun ; Neither cold nor ...
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... tion of Christianity affected poetry . The subject matter of the poetry is principally war , the sea , and religion . The martial spirit and love of the sea are typical of the nation that has raised her flag in every clime . The chief ...
... tion of Christianity affected poetry . The subject matter of the poetry is principally war , the sea , and religion . The martial spirit and love of the sea are typical of the nation that has raised her flag in every clime . The chief ...
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... tion , which he used in his so - called History of the Kings of Britain . Geoffrey pretended to have found an old manuscript which related the deeds of all British kings from Brutus , the mythical founder of the kingdom of Britain , and ...
... tion , which he used in his so - called History of the Kings of Britain . Geoffrey pretended to have found an old manuscript which related the deeds of all British kings from Brutus , the mythical founder of the kingdom of Britain , and ...
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... tion was not made by him personally , but all was done under his direction . The translation of most of the New Testament is thought to be his own special work . He is the most important prose writer of the fourteenth century . His ...
... tion was not made by him personally , but all was done under his direction . The translation of most of the New Testament is thought to be his own special work . He is the most important prose writer of the fourteenth century . His ...
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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...