The Story of English LiteratureCassell, Petter, Galpin & Company, 1882 - 519 sidor |
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... young man , named Oscar , who was greatly beloved by the whole tribe , had fallen on the battle - field ; and his death was sung by his uncle Fergus , the chief bard . Fionn , the chief , is supposed to be asking Fergus about the battle ...
... young man , named Oscar , who was greatly beloved by the whole tribe , had fallen on the battle - field ; and his death was sung by his uncle Fergus , the chief bard . Fionn , the chief , is supposed to be asking Fergus about the battle ...
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... young Viking was on board , tall and strong as a young oak - tree , whose single hand had in it the grip of thirty men . This was Beowulf . In his own land the wandering minstrels had told of Grendel and his deeds , and Beowulf was come ...
... young Viking was on board , tall and strong as a young oak - tree , whose single hand had in it the grip of thirty men . This was Beowulf . In his own land the wandering minstrels had told of Grendel and his deeds , and Beowulf was come ...
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... young scholar wanted , so as to save him much time and toil ; and this with patient in- dustry he put together into handy school text - books . Bede found that his pupils were curious and eager to KELTIC AND FIRST ENGLISh Literature . 13.
... young scholar wanted , so as to save him much time and toil ; and this with patient in- dustry he put together into handy school text - books . Bede found that his pupils were curious and eager to KELTIC AND FIRST ENGLISh Literature . 13.
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... young Arthur . Sir Kaye had left his sword at home , and he sent Arthur for it . But the lad found the house locked up ; and because he would not leave his brother without a sword , he laid hold of the one in the anvil and drew it forth ...
... young Arthur . Sir Kaye had left his sword at home , and he sent Arthur for it . But the lad found the house locked up ; and because he would not leave his brother without a sword , he laid hold of the one in the anvil and drew it forth ...
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... young man's name was Galahad , and that they had had him brought to them as a little baby , and they had cared for him and brought him up . Now he was old enough to be made a knight , and they had sent for Sir Launcelot , who was held ...
... young man's name was Galahad , and that they had had him brought to them as a little baby , and they had cared for him and brought him up . Now he was old enough to be made a knight , and they had sent for Sir Launcelot , who was held ...
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Sida 247 - Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freaked with jet, The glowing violet, The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears; Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffodillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.
Sida 242 - Beauty is Nature's brag, and must be shown In courts, at feasts, and high solemnities, Where most may wonder at' the workmanship ; It is for homely features to keep home, They had their name thence ; coarse complexions, And cheeks of sorry grain, will serve to ply The sampler, and to tease the huswife's wool.
Sida 246 - ... devout prayer to that eternal Spirit, who can enrich with all utterance and knowledge, and sends out his seraphim, with the hallowed fire of his altar, to touch and purify the lips of whom he pleases...
Sida 287 - Henceforth I learn, that to obey is best, And love, with fear, the only God ; to walk As in his presence, ever to observe His providence, and on him sole depend...
Sida 218 - Fair daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon: As yet the early-rising sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the evensong; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along. » We have short time to stay as you; We have as short a spring; As quick a growth to meet decay, As you or anything. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the summer's rain; Or as the pearls of morning's dew, Ne'er to be found again.
Sida 434 - How small, of all that human hearts endure , That part which laws or kings can cause or cure...
Sida 342 - At last divine Cecilia came, Inventress of the vocal frame ; The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store, Enlarg'd the former narrow bounds, And added length to solemn sounds, With nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before. Let old Timotheus yield the prize, Or both divide the crown ; He raised a mortal to the skies, She drew an angel down.
Sida 486 - They moved in tracks of shining white, And when they reared, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes. Within the shadow of the ship I watched their rich attire: Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, They coiled and swam ; and every track Was a flash of golden fire.
Sida 247 - Weep no more, woeful Shepherds, weep no more ! For Lycidas, your sorrow, is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor : So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
Sida 163 - Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell : Hark! now I hear them, — ding-dong, bell.