Familiar Talks on English Literature: A Manual Embracing the Great Epochs of English Literature, from the English Conquest of Britain, 449, to the Death of Walter Scott, 1832Jansen, McClurg, 1884 - 454 páginas |
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... falls out most joyfully ; how I miserable and sad on the ice - cold sea a winter passed with exile traces . Of dear kindred bereft , hung o'er with icicles , the hail in showers flew ; where I heard naught save the sea roaring , the ice ...
... falls out most joyfully ; how I miserable and sad on the ice - cold sea a winter passed with exile traces . Of dear kindred bereft , hung o'er with icicles , the hail in showers flew ; where I heard naught save the sea roaring , the ice ...
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... Fall of man , and the whole story of Paradise Lost . Taken before the Abbess Hilda , she persuaded him to enter the monastery , and he lived and died there in great holiness , leaving as his work this first English epic which ...
... Fall of man , and the whole story of Paradise Lost . Taken before the Abbess Hilda , she persuaded him to enter the monastery , and he lived and died there in great holiness , leaving as his work this first English epic which ...
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... fall sick as soon as it is out . " Reticence in speech is strongly praised , since the Virgin Mary was a silent woman , who spoke rarely . In respect to the sense of smell , patience in bad smells is urged . “ In Heaven , " says the ...
... fall sick as soon as it is out . " Reticence in speech is strongly praised , since the Virgin Mary was a silent woman , who spoke rarely . In respect to the sense of smell , patience in bad smells is urged . “ In Heaven , " says the ...
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... falls into an- other nap and takes up the thread of his dream again . The poem is an allegory , which will remind you a little of Pil- grim's Progress . At the opening of it the writer sees the world in his dream like a great vanity ...
... falls into an- other nap and takes up the thread of his dream again . The poem is an allegory , which will remind you a little of Pil- grim's Progress . At the opening of it the writer sees the world in his dream like a great vanity ...
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... fall , Nor wet her fingers in her sauce - deep . Well could she carry a morsel and well keep That no drop ne'er fell upon her breast . But for to speaken of her conscience , She was so charitable and so piteous , She woulde weep if that ...
... fall , Nor wet her fingers in her sauce - deep . Well could she carry a morsel and well keep That no drop ne'er fell upon her breast . But for to speaken of her conscience , She was so charitable and so piteous , She woulde weep if that ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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Pasajes populares
Página 148 - This fortress, built by nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war ; This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall, Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands ; This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England...
Página 206 - Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the Muses haunt Clear spring, or shady grove, or sunny hill, Smit with the love of sacred song...
Página 199 - Where the great sun begins his state, Robed in flames, and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight; While the ploughman near at hand Whistles o'er the furrowed land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.
Página 339 - Heaven lies about us in our infancy. Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing boy; But he beholds the light and whence it flows, He sees it in his joy. The youth who daily farther from the East Must travel, still is Nature's priest, And, by the vision splendid, Is on his way attended. At length the man perceives it die away And fade into the light of common day.
Página 217 - Now strike the golden lyre again: A louder yet, and yet a louder strain ! Break his bands of sleep asunder And rouse him like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark ! the horrid sound Has raised up his head : As awaked from the dead, And amazed he stares around. Revenge, revenge...
Página 339 - High instincts, before which our mortal nature Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised : But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing...
Página 188 - Go, lovely Rose! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
Página 338 - Milton! thou should'st be living at this hour: England hath need of thee: she is a fen Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men. Oh! raise us up, return to us again; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Página 201 - And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony; That Orpheus...
Página 362 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord!