Development of English Literature and LanguageS.C. Griggs and Company, 1882 |
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... beauty in death . The coward is drowned in the mud under a hurdle , or is immolated . The true home - life , out of which are the issues of national life , is foreshadowed by the respect with which woman is treated . She inherits ...
... beauty in death . The coward is drowned in the mud under a hurdle , or is immolated . The true home - life , out of which are the issues of national life , is foreshadowed by the respect with which woman is treated . She inherits ...
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... beauty . When first the infant is moved to express itself to others , it does so by motions or natural cries , then by simple words of one syllable- very few in number , for its ideas are few - progressing slowly in its powers of ...
... beauty . When first the infant is moved to express itself to others , it does so by motions or natural cries , then by simple words of one syllable- very few in number , for its ideas are few - progressing slowly in its powers of ...
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... beauty bound with ropes and daily exposed for sale . . . . They sold in this manner as slaves their own children . ' Not till the reign of Henry II was it finally sup- pressed in its last stronghold , the port of Bristol . A law of 1285 ...
... beauty bound with ropes and daily exposed for sale . . . . They sold in this manner as slaves their own children . ' Not till the reign of Henry II was it finally sup- pressed in its last stronghold , the port of Bristol . A law of 1285 ...
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... beauty ! ' What is here in these metrical Lives of Saints , rhymed dissertations and chronicles , which are so well prolonged and so void of pleasure ? What but poverty of intel- lect and taste ? Wholly destitute of poetical merit ...
... beauty ! ' What is here in these metrical Lives of Saints , rhymed dissertations and chronicles , which are so well prolonged and so void of pleasure ? What but poverty of intel- lect and taste ? Wholly destitute of poetical merit ...
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... beauty , when the circling ' Wood of Joy ' passed to him , he rose and went out with a sad heart , for he alone - all unskilled- was unable to weave his thoughts into verse . Wearied and desponding , he lay down to rest in a stall of ...
... beauty , when the circling ' Wood of Joy ' passed to him , he rose and went out with a sad heart , for he alone - all unskilled- was unable to weave his thoughts into verse . Wearied and desponding , he lay down to rest in a stall of ...
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Anglo-Saxon Aristotle beauty breath Britons burning Cædmon called Celts century character Chaucer Christian Church dark death Deism delight divine doth dream earth England English English language eternal eyes fair faith fancy father feeling fire flowers genius glory grace hand happy hath hear heart heaven Henry VIII hope human ideas imagination immortal Italy king lady language Latin learned less light literary literature live look Lord manner marriage Mephistophilis mind moral nation nature never night noble Odin Othello passed passion Petrarch philosophy Plato pleasure poems poet poetic poetry Pope Puritan religion religious rich Roman Rome Saxon says Scholasticism sentiment Shakespeare sing soul spirit stars style sweet taste tell thee things thou thought thousand tion trouvères truth verse virtue voice Whig wife words write
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Страница 383 - Be that word our sign of parting, bird, or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting: "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken! Quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
Страница 343 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his droop'd head sinks gradually low — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower; and now The arena swims around him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won.
Страница 481 - Almighty hath not built Here for his envy, will not drive us hence : Here we may reign secure, and in my choice To reign is worth ambition, though in hell : Better to reign in hell, than serve in heaven.
Страница 383 - Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken ! quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door ! " Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: And my soul from...
Страница 174 - Is not a patron, my lord, one who looks with unconcern on a man struggling for life in the water, and, when he has reached ground, encumbers him with help ? The notice which you have been pleased to take of my labours, had it been early had been kind ; but it has been delayed till I am indifferent, and cannot enjoy it ; till I am solitary. and cannot impart it; till I am known, and do not want it.
Страница 376 - Keech, the butcher's wife, come in then and call me gossip Quickly ? coming in to borrow a mess of vinegar ; telling us she had a good dish of prawns ; whereby thou didst desire to eat some ; whereby I told thee they were ill for a green wound...
Страница 213 - The sober herd that lowed to meet their young, The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school, The watch-dog's voice that bayed the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind; These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And filled each pause the nightingale had made.
Страница 465 - Reading maketh a full man; conference a ready man; and writing an exact man. And therefore, if a man write little, he had need have a great memory; if he confer little, he had need have a present wit; and if he read little, he had need have much cunning, to seem to know that he doth not. Histories make men wise; poets witty; the mathematics subtle; natural philosophy deep; moral grave; logic and rhetoric able to contend.
Страница 84 - When I look upon the tombs of the great, every emotion of envy dies in me; when I read the epitaphs of the beautiful, every inordinate desire goes out; when I meet with the grief of parents upon a tomb-stone, my heart melts with compassion; when I see the tomb of the parents themselves, I consider the vanity of grieving for those whom we must quickly follow...
Страница 354 - The rest complains of cares to come. The flowers do fade, and wanton fields, To wayward winter reckoning yields, A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of Roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten: In folly ripe, in reason rotten.