A Text-book on English Literature: With Copious Extracts from the Leading Authors, English and American, with Full Instructions as to the Method in which These are to be Studied, Adapted for Use in Colleges, High Schools and AcademiesClark & Maynard, 1884 - 478 páginas |
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... died down in England , it rose again in poetry ; and the first poetry at each recovery was religious , or linked to religion . We shall soon see that the first poems were of war and religion . English Poetry was different then from what ...
... died down in England , it rose again in poetry ; and the first poetry at each recovery was religious , or linked to religion . We shall soon see that the first poems were of war and religion . English Poetry was different then from what ...
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... died in such peace that those who watched beside them knew not when they died . LESSER OLD ENGLISH POEMS . - Of the poetry that came af- ter Cadmon we have few remains . But we have many things said which show us that his poem , like ...
... died in such peace that those who watched beside them knew not when they died . LESSER OLD ENGLISH POEMS . - Of the poetry that came af- ter Cadmon we have few remains . But we have many things said which show us that his poem , like ...
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... often in English fights from then till now , is the last prayer of the great earl , when , dying , he commends his soul with thankfulness to God . " + 6 LESSON 5 . OLD ENGLISH PROSE .- " It 30 Literature of Period I. , 670–1066 .
... often in English fights from then till now , is the last prayer of the great earl , when , dying , he commends his soul with thankfulness to God . " + 6 LESSON 5 . OLD ENGLISH PROSE .- " It 30 Literature of Period I. , 670–1066 .
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... dying man called his scholars to him that he might dictate more of his translation . There is still a chapter wanting ... died . It is to that scene that English prose looks back as its sacred source , as it is in the greatness and ...
... dying man called his scholars to him that he might dictate more of his translation . There is still a chapter wanting ... died . It is to that scene that English prose looks back as its sacred source , as it is in the greatness and ...
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... died , Northumbria was the home of English literature . Though as yet written mostly in Latin , it was a wide - spread literature . Wilfrid of York and Benedict Biscop had founded libraries and established monas- tic schools far and ...
... died , Northumbria was the home of English literature . Though as yet written mostly in Latin , it was a wide - spread literature . Wilfrid of York and Benedict Biscop had founded libraries and established monas- tic schools far and ...
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Página 397 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Página 409 - 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.
Página 409 - Darkling I listen; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain To thy high requiem become a sod.
Página 181 - But peaceful was the night Wherein the Prince of Light His reign of peace upon the earth began : The winds with wonder whist Smoothly the waters kissed, Whispering new joys to the mild ocean, Who now hath quite forgot to rave, While birds of calm sit brooding on the charmed wave.
Página 397 - But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. And there lay the rider, distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail ; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
Página 180 - With her great Master so to sympathize : It was no season then for her To wanton with the sun, her lusty paramour. Only with speeches fair She woos the gentle air To hide her guilty front with innocent snow ; And on her naked shame, Pollute with sinful blame, The saintly veil of maiden white to throw ; Confounded, that her Maker's eyes Should look so near upon her foul deformities.
Página 398 - Salamis ; And ships, by thousands, lay below, And men in nations ; — all were his ! He counted them at break of day — And when...
Página 399 - Must we but weep o'er days more blest? Must we but blush? Our fathers bled. Earth ! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead ! Of the three hundred grant but three, To make a new Thermopylae ! What, silent still? and silent all? Ah ! no : the voices of the dead Sound like a distant torrent's fall, And answer, 'Let one living head, But one arise, — we come, we come ! ' 'Tis but the living who are dumb.
Página 197 - ... blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure ; Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure, Sweet is pleasure after pain. Soothed with the sound the king grew vain ; Fought all his battles o'er again ; And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain.
Página 340 - You will think me transported with enthusiasm, but I am not. I am well aware of the toil, and blood, and treasure that it will cost us to maintain this declaration, and support and defend these States. Yet, through all the gloom, I can see the rays of ravishing light and glory.