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 |
Dentro del libro
Resultados 1-5 de 52
Página 17
... kind , or is he cynical ? Is he in love with external nature ? If so , with what phase or department of it ? Is he sincere or affected ? What else would you infer of his disposition and character ? Do you feel after reading him that you ...
... kind , or is he cynical ? Is he in love with external nature ? If so , with what phase or department of it ? Is he sincere or affected ? What else would you infer of his disposition and character ? Do you feel after reading him that you ...
Página 18
... kind , be given or referred to for study . How many authors shall be studied in this way and how long they shall be studied are questions difficult to answer . Much depends upon the attain- ments and maturity of the class , and much ...
... kind , be given or referred to for study . How many authors shall be studied in this way and how long they shall be studied are questions difficult to answer . Much depends upon the attain- ments and maturity of the class , and much ...
Página 25
... kind many , strange sea dragons , tempting the deep ; also in the headland - clefts nickers lying , which at morning time oft keep their sorrowful course on the sail - road , worms and wild beasts ' . TO THE TEACHER . - Note the two ...
... kind many , strange sea dragons , tempting the deep ; also in the headland - clefts nickers lying , which at morning time oft keep their sorrowful course on the sail - road , worms and wild beasts ' . TO THE TEACHER . - Note the two ...
Página 26
... kind ; the vessel gliding swiftly over the waves is compared to a bird ; the Grendel's eyes to fire ; his nails to steel ; the light which Beowulf finds in the Grendel's dwelling , under the waters , resembles the serene light of the ...
... kind ; the vessel gliding swiftly over the waves is compared to a bird ; the Grendel's eyes to fire ; his nails to steel ; the light which Beowulf finds in the Grendel's dwelling , under the waters , resembles the serene light of the ...
Página 29
... kind it was , and how fine it was , in the Battle Song of Brunanburh , 937 , and in the Song of the Fight at Maldon , 991 . A still earlier fragment exists in a short account of the Battle of Finnesburg , probably of the same time and ...
... kind it was , and how fine it was , in the Battle Song of Brunanburh , 937 , and in the Song of the Fight at Maldon , 991 . A still earlier fragment exists in a short account of the Battle of Finnesburg , probably of the same time and ...
Otras ediciones - Ver todo
Términos y frases comunes
ballads beauty began blank verse Cædmon called Canterbury Tales century characters Chaucer Church criticism death delight drama Edward II Elizabethan England English literature English poetry English prose Essays eyes Faerie Queen feeling French genius GEORGE GASCOIGNE Greek hand hath heart heaven Henry Henry VIII human humor imitated influence JOHN Julius Cæsar king land language Latin Layamon learning LESSON light lish literary lived look Lord Milton mind moral nature never Ormulum passion plays pleasure poem poetic poets political Puritan Quar Queen reign religion religious satire Scotland Scottish Sejanus Shakespeare Sir Launfal sith songs sonnets soul Spenser spirit story style sweet tell thee things thou thought tion tongue took translation unto verse Ward's Anthology whole William Minto words Wordsworth writing written wrote
Pasajes populares
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.