Century Types of English Literature Chronologically ArrangedCentury Company, 1925 - 1144 Seiten |
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... Roses Song : Would you know what's soft ? Mediocrity in Love Rejected Celia Singing ( You that think love can convey ) ... rose . JOHN MILTON ( 1608-1674 ) To the Nightingale On His Being Arrived to the Age of Twenty - three To the Lord ...
... Roses Song : Would you know what's soft ? Mediocrity in Love Rejected Celia Singing ( You that think love can convey ) ... rose . JOHN MILTON ( 1608-1674 ) To the Nightingale On His Being Arrived to the Age of Twenty - three To the Lord ...
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... Rose I Love My Jean . Bonnie Doon O , Wert Thou in the Cauld Blast Ae Fond Kiss Duncan Gray 609 611 611 612 612 613 613 614 614 614 615 615 615 616 Auld Lang Syne 616 John Anderson 617 Tam Glen . Bruce to His Men at Bannockburn 617 ...
... Rose I Love My Jean . Bonnie Doon O , Wert Thou in the Cauld Blast Ae Fond Kiss Duncan Gray 609 611 611 612 612 613 613 614 614 614 615 615 615 616 Auld Lang Syne 616 John Anderson 617 Tam Glen . Bruce to His Men at Bannockburn 617 ...
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... rose up quickly and knelt down before the king , and caught hold of the weapon ; and the king loosed his hold of it , and lifted up his hand , and gave him his blessing , and bade him be strong both of heart and hand . " Keep thee well ...
... rose up quickly and knelt down before the king , and caught hold of the weapon ; and the king loosed his hold of it , and lifted up his hand , and gave him his blessing , and bade him be strong both of heart and hand . " Keep thee well ...
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... rose called ready , up the S. The eapt up .nd each t . the last . So Show any of his ma speech shall we learn without alig ----- since here we have welcomed the fire be father of courtesy . God has su shown us his grace since he sends ...
... rose called ready , up the S. The eapt up .nd each t . the last . So Show any of his ma speech shall we learn without alig ----- since here we have welcomed the fire be father of courtesy . God has su shown us his grace since he sends ...
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... rose such a clamor from the pack that the rocks rang again . The huntsmen spurred them on with shouting and blasts of the horn ; and the hounds drew together to a thicket betwixt the water and a high crag in the cliff beneath the ...
... rose such a clamor from the pack that the rocks rang again . The huntsmen spurred them on with shouting and blasts of the horn ; and the hounds drew together to a thicket betwixt the water and a high crag in the cliff beneath the ...
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Seite 271 - 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.
Seite 636 - MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, > Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk : 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Seite 777 - OH yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood; That nothing walks with aimless feet; That not one life shall be destroy'd, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
Seite 701 - Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go mark him well; For him no minstrel raptures swell; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim; Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly...
Seite 626 - Had half impair'd the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o'er her face ; Where thoughts serenely sweet express, How pure, how dear their dwelling-place. And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
Seite 721 - And still she slept an azure-lidded sleep, In blanched linen, smooth, and lavender'd, While he from forth the closet brought a heap Of candied apple, quince, and plum, and gourd; With jellies soother than the creamy curd, And lucent syrops, tinct with cinnamon; Manna and dates, in argosy transferr'd From Fez; and spiced dainties, every one, From silken Samarcand to cedar'd Lebanon.
Seite 733 - In a few days his lordship's town house was observed to be on fire. The thing took wing and now there was nothing to be seen but fires in every direction. Fuel and pigs grew enormously dear all over the district. The insurance offices one and all shut up shop. People built slighter and slighter every day, until it was feared that the very science of architecture would in no long time be lost to the world. Thus this custom of firing houses continued, till in process of time...
Seite 701 - Caledonia ! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child ! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, Land of the mountain and the flood, Land of my sires ! what mortal hand Can e'er untie the filial band, That knits me to thy rugged strand ! Still, as I view each well-known scene, Think what is now, and what hath been, Seems as, to me, of all bereft, Sole friends thy woods and streams were left ; And thus I love them better still, Even in extremity of ill.
Seite 237 - That without them dare to woo ; And unless that mind I see, What care I how great she be ? Great, or good, or kind, or fair, I will ne'er the more despair: If she love me, this believe, I will die ere she shall grieve : If she slight me when I woo, I can scorn and let her go ; For if she be not for me, What care I for whom she be ? George Wither.
Seite 244 - Daffodils Fair daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon: As yet the early-rising sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the evensong; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along. » We have short time to stay as you; We have as short a spring; As quick a growth to meet decay, As you or anything. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the summer's rain; Or as the pearls of morning's dew, Ne'er to be found again.