A Manual of English Literature, and of the History of the English Language, from the Norman Conquest; with Numerous SpecimensGriffin,, 1863 - 536 страници |
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... sweet to me , " he adds , " to learn , to teach , and to write . " In his nineteenth year he took deacon's orders , and in his thirtieth he was ordained priest . From this date till his death , in 735 , he remained in his monastery ...
... sweet to me , " he adds , " to learn , to teach , and to write . " In his nineteenth year he took deacon's orders , and in his thirtieth he was ordained priest . From this date till his death , in 735 , he remained in his monastery ...
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... sweet vicissitudes " of each . Here you have the clear- eyed observer of man as he is , catching the manners living as they rise , ' and fixing them in pictures where not their minutest lineament is or ever can be lost : here he is the ...
... sweet vicissitudes " of each . Here you have the clear- eyed observer of man as he is , catching the manners living as they rise , ' and fixing them in pictures where not their minutest lineament is or ever can be lost : here he is the ...
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... sweet Enlumined all Itaille of poetrie . " Petrarch's Latin translation of Boccaccio's tale is , as Tyrwhitt states , printed in all the editions of his works , under the title of De Obedientia et Fide Uxoria Mythologia ( a Myth on ...
... sweet Enlumined all Itaille of poetrie . " Petrarch's Latin translation of Boccaccio's tale is , as Tyrwhitt states , printed in all the editions of his works , under the title of De Obedientia et Fide Uxoria Mythologia ( a Myth on ...
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... sweet upon his tongue ; And in his harping , when that he had sung , His eyen twinkled in his head aright , As don the sterres in a frosty night . This worthy limitour , was clep'd Huberd . 1t may be observed in all these extracts how ...
... sweet upon his tongue ; And in his harping , when that he had sung , His eyen twinkled in his head aright , As don the sterres in a frosty night . This worthy limitour , was clep'd Huberd . 1t may be observed in all these extracts how ...
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... sweet Enlumined all Itaille of poetry , As Linian did of philosophy , Or law , or other art particulere ; But death , that wol not suffre us dwellen here But as it were a twinkling of an eye , Them both hath slain , and alle we shall ...
... sweet Enlumined all Itaille of poetry , As Linian did of philosophy , Or law , or other art particulere ; But death , that wol not suffre us dwellen here But as it were a twinkling of an eye , Them both hath slain , and alle we shall ...
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Страница 499 - What thou art we know not: What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
Страница 436 - I would not trust my heart ; — the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might — But no : — what here we call our life is such, So little to be loved, and thou so much, That I should ill requite thee to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds again.
Страница 503 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Clustered around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
Страница 503 - Fade, far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
Страница 504 - Forlorn ! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self ! Adieu ! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu ! adieu ! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades : Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — do I wake or sleep?
Страница 436 - Shoots into port at some well-havened isle, Where spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods, that show Her beauteous form reflected clear below, While airs impregnated with incense play Around her, fanning light her streamers gay; — So thou, with sails how swift! hast reached the shore " Where tempests never beat nor billows roar," And thy loved consort on the dangerous tide Of life long since has anchored by thy side.
Страница 499 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there.
Страница 434 - With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine — thy own sweet smile I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me ; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, " Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away!
Страница 314 - I am now indebted, as being a work not to be raised from the heat of youth or the vapours of wine, like that which flows at waste from the pen of some vulgar amorist or the trencher fury of a rhyming parasite, nor to be obtained by the invocation of Dame Memory and her siren daughters, but by devout prayer to that eternal Spirit who can enrich with all utterance and knowledge, and...
Страница 464 - My eyes are dim with childish tears, My heart is idly stirred, For the same sound is in my ears Which in those days I heard. " Thus fares it still in our decay : And yet the wiser mind Mourns less for what age takes away Than what it leaves behind.