A Compendium of English Literature: Chronologically Arranged from Sir John Mandeville to William Cowper : Consisting of Biographical Sketches of the Authors, Selections from Their Works, with Notes, Explanatory, Illustrative, and Directing to the Best Editions and to Various Criticisms : Designed as a Text-book for the Highest Classes in Schools and for Junior Classes in Colleges, as Well as for Private ReadingE.C. & J. Biddle, 1858 - 762 стор. |
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... Thing .. ........... 757 To the King 729 An Epistle in Rhyme ... 758 Encomium on Lord Chatham ........ 732 To Lord ... Things . 737 On a Particular Providence .......... 762 The Wounded Spirit healed . 738 True Philosophy ... 738 The ...
... Thing .. ........... 757 To the King 729 An Epistle in Rhyme ... 758 Encomium on Lord Chatham ........ 732 To Lord ... Things . 737 On a Particular Providence .......... 762 The Wounded Spirit healed . 738 True Philosophy ... 738 The ...
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... things , he was ravished with a mightie desire to see the greater parts of the World , as Asia and Africa . Having therefore provided all things necessary for his jour ney , he departed from his Countrey in the yeere of Christ 1322 ...
... things , he was ravished with a mightie desire to see the greater parts of the World , as Asia and Africa . Having therefore provided all things necessary for his jour ney , he departed from his Countrey in the yeere of Christ 1322 ...
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... thing , ne handle no thing . For the Noblesse of that Contree is to have longe Nayles , and to make hem growen alle weys to ben as longe as men may . And there ben manye in that Contree , that han hire 1 Shapes . 2 Ridden . 3 Should . 4 ...
... thing , ne handle no thing . For the Noblesse of that Contree is to have longe Nayles , and to make hem growen alle weys to ben as longe as men may . And there ben manye in that Contree , that han hire 1 Shapes . 2 Ridden . 3 Should . 4 ...
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... thing ! Fredome mayse man to haiff liking ! Fredome all solace to man giffis : He levys at ese that frely levys ! A noble hart may haiff nane ese , Na ellys nocht that may him plese , Gyff fredome failythe : for fre liking Is yearnyt ...
... thing ! Fredome mayse man to haiff liking ! Fredome all solace to man giffis : He levys at ese that frely levys ! A noble hart may haiff nane ese , Na ellys nocht that may him plese , Gyff fredome failythe : for fre liking Is yearnyt ...
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... thing fading with every blast , are such as look after beauty and worldly pleasure ; but they that honor the Leaf ... things in your heart , that is to say , our Lord God , con- 1 Tho - then . 2 Unnethes - not easily , with difficulty ...
... thing fading with every blast , are such as look after beauty and worldly pleasure ; but they that honor the Leaf ... things in your heart , that is to say , our Lord God , con- 1 Tho - then . 2 Unnethes - not easily , with difficulty ...
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Сторінка 268 - Methinks I see in my mind a noble and puissant nation rousing herself like a strong man after sleep, and shaking her invincible locks: methinks I see her as an eagle mewing her mighty youth, and kindling her undazzled eyes at the full mid-day beam...
Сторінка 255 - Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine ; But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of nature's works, to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
Сторінка 318 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That had'st thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired : Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die ! that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee, —...
Сторінка 599 - Th' applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes...
Сторінка 598 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades' the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds ; Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds ; Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does to the moon complain Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient...
Сторінка 457 - The sound must seem an echo to the sense. Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar. When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow; Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.
Сторінка 255 - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine...
Сторінка 143 - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
Сторінка 145 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their ( emperor; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil...
Сторінка 723 - It is now sixteen or seventeen years since I saw the queen of France, then the dauphiness, at Versailles; and surely never lighted on this orb, which she hardly seemed to touch, a more delightful vision. I saw her just above the horizon, decorating and cheering the elevated sphere she just began to move in, glittering like the morning star, full of life, and splendour, and joy.