English Authors: A Handbook of English Literature from Chaucer to Living WritersFranklin Print. and Publishing Company, 1906 - 750 páginas |
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... Nature or . The Age of the Republic . 487-800 800-1000 1000-1350 1350-1500 1500-1700 .1700-1800 1800-1850 1850-- PREFACE . French Authors neither purports to be an analytical nor a purely critical review of French literature , but ...
... Nature or . The Age of the Republic . 487-800 800-1000 1000-1350 1350-1500 1500-1700 .1700-1800 1800-1850 1850-- PREFACE . French Authors neither purports to be an analytical nor a purely critical review of French literature , but ...
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... nature of which was then un- known , and which the physicians ascribed to the " spite of the Devil , " he died on the 26th of October , 901 , in the fifty - second year of his age , closing his eyes on peace at home and abroad . He ...
... nature of which was then un- known , and which the physicians ascribed to the " spite of the Devil , " he died on the 26th of October , 901 , in the fifty - second year of his age , closing his eyes on peace at home and abroad . He ...
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... nature , priest of fields and flowers , Quaint , gentle laureate of the birds and bowers . Thy song maintains its power , thy charm its sway To soothe the soul that's listening to thy lay , Drinking at thy pure spring , learning there ...
... nature , priest of fields and flowers , Quaint , gentle laureate of the birds and bowers . Thy song maintains its power , thy charm its sway To soothe the soul that's listening to thy lay , Drinking at thy pure spring , learning there ...
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... nature , is more practiced by men than any sort of beasts ; and they against the custom of almost all other nations think that there is nothing more inglorious than that glory which is gained by war . They would be both troubled and ...
... nature , is more practiced by men than any sort of beasts ; and they against the custom of almost all other nations think that there is nothing more inglorious than that glory which is gained by war . They would be both troubled and ...
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... nature and discipline of Mary Arden did much towards making Shakespeare what he was . " " Men of genius as they grow older grow into their mothers . The mother is the final man . " He must have had some opportunity of growing familiar ...
... nature and discipline of Mary Arden did much towards making Shakespeare what he was . " " Men of genius as they grow older grow into their mothers . The mother is the final man . " He must have had some opportunity of growing familiar ...
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Página 233 - Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Página 219 - Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear : Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village- Hampden, that, with dauntless breast, The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood. Th...
Página 607 - And his low head and crest, just one sharp ear bent back For my voice, and the other pricked out on his track; And one eye's black intelligence, — ever that glance O'er its white edge at me, his own master, askance! And the thick heavy spume-flakes which aye and anon His fierce lips shook upwards in galloping on. By Hasselt, Dirck groaned; and cried Joris "Stay spur! Your Roos galloped bravely, the fault's not in her, We'll remember at Aix...
Página 497 - O sweeter than the marriage-feast, 'Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company! — To walk together to the kirk, And all together...
Página 81 - If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottages princes' palaces. It is a good divine that follows his own instructions: I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done, than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching.
Página 218 - 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 solitary reign.
Página 423 - I have been young, and now am old; yet have I not seen the righteous forsaken, nor his seed begging bread.
Página 497 - It raised my hair, it fanned my cheek Like a meadow-gale of spring — It mingled strangely with my fears, Yet it felt like a welcoming. Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, Yet she sailed softly too: Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze — On me alone it blew.
Página 301 - His long red cloak, well brush'd and neat, He manfully did throw. Now see him mounted once again Upon his nimble steed, Full slowly pacing o'er the stones With caution and good heed ! But, finding soon a smoother road Beneath his well-shod feet, The snorting beast began to trot, Which galled him in his seat. So, Fair and softly...
Página 496 - A wicked whisper came, and made My heart as dry as dust. I closed my lids, and kept them close, And the balls like pulses beat ; For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky, Lay like a load on my weary eye, And the dead were at my feet.