A Manual of English Literature, and of the History of the English Language, from the Norman Conquest; with Numerous SpecimensGriffin,, 1863 - 536 Seiten |
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... Story of the Elder Brother ( part ) . Moore : -Lalla Rookh ; Calm after Storm Shelley - Ode to a Skylark Keats : -Ode to a Nightingale Hunt : -The Sultan Mahmoud 99 The Fancy Concert Mrs. Browning : -A Child's Grave at Florence 99 ...
... Story of the Elder Brother ( part ) . Moore : -Lalla Rookh ; Calm after Storm Shelley - Ode to a Skylark Keats : -Ode to a Nightingale Hunt : -The Sultan Mahmoud 99 The Fancy Concert Mrs. Browning : -A Child's Grave at Florence 99 ...
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... story , though unknown to the twelfth century , embellished by ignorant ages , and suspected by rigid criticism , is not however destitute of much internal probability . " kingdom are referred , which are produced in the common 44 ...
... story , though unknown to the twelfth century , embellished by ignorant ages , and suspected by rigid criticism , is not however destitute of much internal probability . " kingdom are referred , which are produced in the common 44 ...
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... story told in what is called Bromton's Chronicle respecting Henry II . , which , however , is not very intelligible in all its parts , though Ritson has slurred over the difficulties . Henry was passing through Wales , the old ...
... story told in what is called Bromton's Chronicle respecting Henry II . , which , however , is not very intelligible in all its parts , though Ritson has slurred over the difficulties . Henry was passing through Wales , the old ...
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... story is taken by Mr. Luders in his tract On the Use of the French Language in our ancient Laws and Acts of State . ( Tracts on Various Subjects , p . 400. ) He remarks : " The author does not tell why the ghost spoke German to the king ...
... story is taken by Mr. Luders in his tract On the Use of the French Language in our ancient Laws and Acts of State . ( Tracts on Various Subjects , p . 400. ) He remarks : " The author does not tell why the ghost spoke German to the king ...
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... story is that Hugh Bigott , Earl of Norfolk , in the reign of Stephen used to boast of the impregnable strength of his castle of Bungey after this fashion : - " Were I in my castle of Bungey , Upon the river of Waveney , I would ne care ...
... story is that Hugh Bigott , Earl of Norfolk , in the reign of Stephen used to boast of the impregnable strength of his castle of Bungey after this fashion : - " Were I in my castle of Bungey , Upon the river of Waveney , I would ne care ...
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Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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?
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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!
Seite 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...
Seite 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.