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... tell us of pageants and tournaments ; but he can also repeat the rough language of the miller , the merchant , and the shipman , 5 and let us have glimpses of the homely life of England in the lower class . In his most famous poem , the ...
... tell us of pageants and tournaments ; but he can also repeat the rough language of the miller , the merchant , and the shipman , 5 and let us have glimpses of the homely life of England in the lower class . In his most famous poem , the ...
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... tell of what sort he would have the government and customs of his own country to be . No one was to be persecuted for religion , each was to be allowed to persuade others to his views ; but if any one was loud , or noisy , or ...
... tell of what sort he would have the government and customs of his own country to be . No one was to be persecuted for religion , each was to be allowed to persuade others to his views ; but if any one was loud , or noisy , or ...
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... tell on the drama itself . Ben Jonson was Ben Jonson . Shakespeare's younger and surviving contemporary . He has plenty of strength and vigour , but his fancy is 1574-1637 . as nothing compared with that of Shakespeare . He is ENGLISH ...
... tell on the drama itself . Ben Jonson was Ben Jonson . Shakespeare's younger and surviving contemporary . He has plenty of strength and vigour , but his fancy is 1574-1637 . as nothing compared with that of Shakespeare . He is ENGLISH ...
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... , but kept ever royal cheer in his house ; the other would ask of those that had been at the other's table : " Tell truly , was there never a flout or dry blow given ? " To which the guest would answer : " Such and such a BACON . 25.
... , but kept ever royal cheer in his house ; the other would ask of those that had been at the other's table : " Tell truly , was there never a flout or dry blow given ? " To which the guest would answer : " Such and such a BACON . 25.
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... tell you that which you yourselves do know ; Show you sweet Cæsar's wounds , poor , poor dumb mouths , And bid them speak for me ; but were I Brutus , And Brutus Antony , there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits and put a ...
... tell you that which you yourselves do know ; Show you sweet Cæsar's wounds , poor , poor dumb mouths , And bid them speak for me ; but were I Brutus , And Brutus Antony , there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits and put a ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Adam Smith angels began beneath blessing blest bokés Born breast breath Brutus Cæsar Chaucer clouds creatures customed hill dead death died doth earth England English eyes fame fancy father fear fell flowers genius George Crabbe glory hand happy hath head hear heart heaven holy honour hope human JOHN BUNYAN JOHN DRYDEN kind king labour language learning light literature live looked Lord Lycidas lyre man's Marmaduke Langdale metaphysical poets mind morning Muse nature never noble numbers o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH passed passions Piers the Ploughman pleasure poems poetry poets poor pow'rs praise pride reason rest rise round satire shade sigh sight smile song soul sound spirit spread sweet tears tell Thaïs thee thine things thou thought Timotheus toil truth turn uncle Toby unto voice William Cowper wind wings wonder
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 119 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind, The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
Seite 272 - Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, And mountains; and of all that we behold From this green earth ; of all the mighty world Of eye and ear, both what they half create *, And what perceive; well pleased to recognise In nature and the language of the sense, The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse, The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul Of all my moral being.
Seite 44 - Neaera's hair ? Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days ; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life.
Seite 271 - For nature then (The coarser pleasures of my boyish days, And their glad animal movements all gone by) To me was all in all.—I cannot paint What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love...
Seite 25 - Love thyself last; cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not; Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then, if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Seite 24 - I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts: I am no orator, as Brutus is; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him: For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood: I only speak right on; I tell you that which you yourselves do know...
Seite 46 - Enow of such, as for their bellies' sake Creep and intrude and climb into the fold! Of other care they little reckoning make Than how to scramble at the shearers' feast, And shove away the worthy bidden guest; Blind mouths! that scarce themselves know how to hold A sheep-hook, or have learn'd aught else the least That to the faithful herdman's art belongs ! What recks it them?
Seite 289 - Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time, Calm or convulsed, in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving; boundless, endless, and sublime, The image of Eternity, the throne Of the invisible,— even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Seite 256 - There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Seite 305 - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: — Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.