The Literature and the Literary Men of Great Britain and Ireland, Volumen1Harper & brothers, 1856 |
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... whole of Southern Britain ; the Celtic , the language of the Abo- rigines of the country , soon shrinking before it into Caledonia , Wales , Corn- wall , and other remote parts of the island . During the first five centuries after its ...
... whole of Southern Britain ; the Celtic , the language of the Abo- rigines of the country , soon shrinking before it into Caledonia , Wales , Corn- wall , and other remote parts of the island . During the first five centuries after its ...
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... whole . Ossian is , perhaps , the only poet who never relaxes , or lets him- self down into the light or amusing strain : he moves perpetually in the high region of the grand and the pathetic . One key - note is struck at the begin ...
... whole . Ossian is , perhaps , the only poet who never relaxes , or lets him- self down into the light or amusing strain : he moves perpetually in the high region of the grand and the pathetic . One key - note is struck at the begin ...
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... whole of the sacred history . We are told that he was continually occupied in repeating to himself what he heard , and , ' like a clean animal , ruminating it , he turned it into most sweet verse . ' Cadmon thus composed many poems on ...
... whole of the sacred history . We are told that he was continually occupied in repeating to himself what he heard , and , ' like a clean animal , ruminating it , he turned it into most sweet verse . ' Cadmon thus composed many poems on ...
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... whole life was that of a religious recluse ; and at his death , which occurred on the 26th of May , 735 , he was buried in his own monastery , but his remains were afterward re- moved to Durham , where they were allowed in uninterrupted ...
... whole life was that of a religious recluse ; and at his death , which occurred on the 26th of May , 735 , he was buried in his own monastery , but his remains were afterward re- moved to Durham , where they were allowed in uninterrupted ...
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... whole period it was graced by no names of distinction . We must here , however , advert to the historical productions usually called the Anglo - Saxon Chron- cle , which consists of a view of early English history , written it is ...
... whole period it was graced by no names of distinction . We must here , however , advert to the historical productions usually called the Anglo - Saxon Chron- cle , which consists of a view of early English history , written it is ...
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Página 316 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Página 302 - The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Página 311 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament — Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read — And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds And dip their napkins...
Página 490 - They, looking back, all the eastern side beheld Of Paradise, so late their happy seat, Waved over by that flaming brand; the gate With dreadful faces thronged and fiery arms. Some natural tears they dropped, but wiped them soon; The world was all before them, where to choose Their place of rest, and Providence their guide. They, hand in hand, with wandering steps and slow, Through Eden took their solitary way.
Página 478 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful jollity, Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek : Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Página 478 - Ring out, ye crystal spheres ! Once bless our human ears, If ye have power to touch our senses so ; And let your silver chime Move in melodious time ; And let the bass of heaven's deep organ blow And with your ninefold harmony Make up full consort to the angelic symphony.
Página 303 - To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause: there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life; For who would bear the whips and scorns of time.
Página 304 - tis too horrible. The weariest and most loathed worldly life, That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature is a paradise To what we fear of death.
Página 307 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Página 305 - She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man ; she thank'd me, And bade me, if I had a friend that lov'd her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her. Upon this hint I spake : She lov'd me for the dangers I had pass'd, And I lov'd her that she did pity them.