Literary By-Paths in Old English1909 |
Между кориците на книгата
Резултати 1 - 5 от 48.
Страница 7
... written in 1593 , and that its " fourty " years were forty years , rather than a lesser or greater period ex- pressed in even numbers for poetic purposes . Prior to the discovery by Mr. Knowles , re- ferred to above , all biographers of ...
... written in 1593 , and that its " fourty " years were forty years , rather than a lesser or greater period ex- pressed in even numbers for poetic purposes . Prior to the discovery by Mr. Knowles , re- ferred to above , all biographers of ...
Страница 15
Henry C. Shelley. dance of cards , with stanzas of the Faery Queen written on them . From John Dryden , poet laureat , Mr. Beeston says , he was a little man , wore short hair , and little band , and little cuffes . " Such is Aubrey's ...
Henry C. Shelley. dance of cards , with stanzas of the Faery Queen written on them . From John Dryden , poet laureat , Mr. Beeston says , he was a little man , wore short hair , and little band , and little cuffes . " Such is Aubrey's ...
Страница 31
... written in Ireland . In the sonnets to various noble persons which Spenser published with the poem , he avers more than once that it was produced on " savadge soyle , far from Parnasso Mount . " Tradition , then , has everything to sup ...
... written in Ireland . In the sonnets to various noble persons which Spenser published with the poem , he avers more than once that it was produced on " savadge soyle , far from Parnasso Mount . " Tradition , then , has everything to sup ...
Страница 36
... poem itself , to base motives ; Spenser was but writing in har- mony with the manner of his day . It is true , as Dean Church remarked , that there is nothing in history which can be compared to the " gross , 36 LITERARY BY - PATHS.
... poem itself , to base motives ; Spenser was but writing in har- mony with the manner of his day . It is true , as Dean Church remarked , that there is nothing in history which can be compared to the " gross , 36 LITERARY BY - PATHS.
Страница 48
... writing of the dispatch and its delivery at Whitehall , fifteen days elapsed . Perchance the poet had a stormy passage , and with nerves and body shattered by the bitter experiences of the previous months , this may have set the seal on ...
... writing of the dispatch and its delivery at Whitehall , fifteen days elapsed . Perchance the poet had a stormy passage , and with nerves and body shattered by the bitter experiences of the previous months , this may have set the seal on ...
Често срещани думи и фрази
Alloway birth born building Burns Burns's Carlyle's Castle century church churchyard cottage daughter dear death Ecclefechan Elegy England English fact Faerie Queene famous farm father favour Gabriel Harvey Gilbert White GILBERT WHITE'S Goldsmith grave Gray Guli Hoddam Hill honour Hood's hope Ireland James Carlyle Jane John Hamilton Reynolds John Keats Keats Keats's Kilcolman Kirk lady letter Lishoy literary Little Britain lived Lochlea London Lord Mainhill Mariane Mauchline Mauchline Castle meeting-house memory Mossgiel mother Mount Oliphant never parish Penn Penshurst PENSHURST PLACE Peter Bell picture pilgrim poem poet poet's portrait record road Scotsbrig seems seen Selborne Shepheards Shepheards Calender Sidney sister sonnet Spenser spirit Stoke Poges stone Street Tam O'Shanter Tarbolton Thomas Carlyle Thomas Hood tion took Towneley Green trees verse village walls White wife William Winchester Wordsworth write wrote
Популярни откъси
Страница 110 - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude Forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
Страница 168 - 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.
Страница 159 - Careless their merits, or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began. Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his" failings leaned to virtue's side ; But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all.
Страница 168 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year...
Страница 269 - BRIGHT star ! would I were steadfast as thou art— Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night, And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like Nature's patient sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores, Or gazing on the new soft fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors.
Страница 166 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and God has given my share — I still had hopes, my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose...
Страница 168 - His house was known to all the vagrant train ; He chid their wanderings, but relieved their pain...
Страница 117 - In vain to me the smiling mornings shine, And reddening Phoebus lifts his golden fire : The birds in vain their amorous descant join, Or cheerful fields resume their green attire. These ears, alas ! for other notes repine ; A different object do these eyes require ; My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine ; And in my breast the imperfect joys expire...
Страница 185 - Wi' mony an eldritch skreech and hollow. Ah, Tam! Ah, Tam! thou'll get thy fairin! In hell they'll roast thee like a herrin! In vain thy Kate awaits thy comin! Kate soon will be a woefu
Страница 185 - O YE, whose cheek the tear of pity stains, Draw near with pious rev'rence, and attend ! Here lie the loving husband's dear remains, The tender father, and the gen'rous friend. The pitying heart that felt for human woe ; The dauntless heart that fear'd no human pride ; The friend of man, to vice alone a foe ; " For ev'n his failings lean'd to virtue's side.