Sketches of English Literature: With Considerations on the Spirit of the Times, Men, and Revolutions, Volumen1H. Colburn, 1836 |
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... monk , introduced the Ro- man alphabet into England in 570 . 2. The Danish - Saxon epoch , from 780 to the invasion of the Normans . The principal relics of this epoch are the manuscripts called Alfred's and two translations of the four ...
... monk , introduced the Ro- man alphabet into England in 570 . 2. The Danish - Saxon epoch , from 780 to the invasion of the Normans . The principal relics of this epoch are the manuscripts called Alfred's and two translations of the four ...
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... It was the vassals of the feudal lords who cut the infinite multitude of cross - roads by which the country is intersected . These were the times of the marvellous in every thing . The almoner , the monk , the D 2 Manners.
... It was the vassals of the feudal lords who cut the infinite multitude of cross - roads by which the country is intersected . These were the times of the marvellous in every thing . The almoner , the monk , the D 2 Manners.
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... monk , the pilgrim , the knight , the troubadour , had al- ways adventures to tell or to sing of . In the evening , seated on the benches in the chim- ney - corner , they listened to the romance of King Arthur , of Ogier the Dane , of ...
... monk , the pilgrim , the knight , the troubadour , had al- ways adventures to tell or to sing of . In the evening , seated on the benches in the chim- ney - corner , they listened to the romance of King Arthur , of Ogier the Dane , of ...
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... monks , travelling on foot or riding on sorry mules , preached against all these scandals , and were burned alive for their pains by the priests , whom they reproached for their dissolute lives , and drowned by the princes whose tyranny ...
... monks , travelling on foot or riding on sorry mules , preached against all these scandals , and were burned alive for their pains by the priests , whom they reproached for their dissolute lives , and drowned by the princes whose tyranny ...
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... monk of Mont St. Michel in the description which he gives of the diversions of that monas- tery , ( then under English domination ) tells us that " below Avranches , towards Bretagne , there was once the forest of Cuokelunde , full of ...
... monk of Mont St. Michel in the description which he gives of the diversions of that monas- tery , ( then under English domination ) tells us that " below Avranches , towards Bretagne , there was once the forest of Cuokelunde , full of ...
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Página 276 - I'd have you buy and sell so ; so give alms ; Pray so ; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too. When you do dance, I wish you A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that...
Página 276 - O Proserpina ! For the flowers now that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath...
Página 315 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell: Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it; for I love you so, That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Página 270 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale. Look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east ; Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund Day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain-tops.
Página 314 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
Página 271 - Nor that is not the lark whose notes do beat The vaulty heaven so high above our heads. I have more care to stay than will to go. Come, death, and welcome ! Juliet wills it so. How is't, my soul ? Let's talk.
Página 276 - That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength — a malady Most incident to maids ; bold oxlips and The crown imperial ; lilies of all kinds, The flower-de-luce being one ! O, these I lack, To make you garlands of, and my sweet friend, To strew him o'er and o'er ! Flo.
Página 231 - For whilst, to the shame of slow-endeavouring art, Thy easy numbers flow, and that each heart Hath, from the leaves of thy unvalued book, Those Delphic lines with deep impression took ; Then thou, our fancy of itself bereaving, Dost make us marble, with too much conceiving ; And, so sepulchred, in such pomp dost lie, That kings, for such a tomb, would wish to die.
Página 314 - In me. thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west ; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire, Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by. This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong, To love that well which thou must leave ere long.
Página 231 - What needs my Shakespeare for his honoured bones, The labour of an age in piled stones, Or that his hallowed relics should be hid Under a star-ypointing pyramid? Dear son of memory, great heir of Fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name? Thou in our wonder and astonishment Hast built thyself a livelong monument.