A Short History of England's LiteratureHoughton, Mifflin, 1905 - 276 Seiten |
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Addison Alfred ballads beautiful became Bede began Ben Jonson Beowulf blank verse Byron Cædmon called Cassell's National Library Cavalier poets Celts century characters Charles Charles Lamb charm Chaucer church Coleridge comedy criticism Cynewulf death Defoe delightful Dickens drama Dryden edited Elizabethan England English essays famous French friends Geoffrey Chaucer Goldsmith Gorboduc graceful heart hero History interested John John Wyclif Johnson Keats King land later Latin lines literary lived London Lord masques merry Milton monk mystery plays nature never night Norman novel Oliver Goldsmith Ormulum plays poems poet poetry Pope prose published Puritans Queen Ralph Roister Doister religious rhyme Riverside Literature Series Roister romance satire says Scott Shakespeare Sir Thomas sometimes song sonnets Spenser story Tatler Tennyson thegns thou thought tion translation volume Widsith William William Shakespeare words Wordsworth write written wrote young
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 209 - Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on; Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd, Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone...
Seite 88 - Our souls, whose faculties can comprehend The wondrous architecture of the world, And measure every wandering planet's course, Still climbing after knowledge infinite, And always moving as the restless spheres, Will us to wear ourselves, and never rest, Until we reach the ripest fruit of all, That perfect bliss and sole felicity, The sweet fruition of an earthly crown.
Seite 92 - With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies ; How silently ; and with how wan a face ! What ! may it be, that even in heavenly place That busy Archer his sharp arrows tries ? Sure, if that long-with-love-acquainted eyes Can judge of love, thou feel'st a lover's case ; I read it in thy looks ; thy languisht grace To me, that feel the like, thy state descries...
Seite 47 - And bathed every veyne in swich licour. Of which vertu engendred is the flour; Whan Zephirus eek with his swete breeth Inspired hath in every holt and heeth The tendre croppes...
Seite 103 - What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid! heard words that have been So nimble, and so full of subtle flame, As if that every one (from whence they came) Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest, And had resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life...
Seite 136 - But the Nightingale, another of my airy creatures, breathes such sweet loud music out of her little instrumental throat, that it might make mankind to think miracles are not ceased. He that at midnight, when the very labourer sleeps securely, should hear, as I have very often, the clear airs, the sweet descants, the natural rising and falling, the doubling and redoubling of her voice, might well be lifted above earth, and say, " Lord, what music hast thou provided for the Saints in Heaven, when thou...
Seite 205 - This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction ; once I loved Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring . Sounds sweet as if a Sister's voice reproved, That I with stern delights should e'er have been so moved. It is the hush of night...
Seite 116 - To move, but doth if th' other do. And though it in the center sit, Yet when the .other far doth roam, It leans and hearkens after it, And grows erect as that comes home. Such wilt thou be to me, who must, Like th' other foot, obliquely run: Thy firmness makes my circle just, And makes me end where I begun.
Seite 106 - Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested; that is, some books are to be read only in parts; others to be read, but not curiously; and some few to be read wholly, and with diligence and attention.
Seite 87 - At cards for kisses; Cupid paid; He stakes his quiver, bow and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows ; Loses them too; then down he throws The coral of his lip, the rose Growing...