The Story of English LiteratureCassell, Petter, Galpin & Company, 1882 - 519 páginas |
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... hands , of whose labours this little book is gratefully content to avail itself . This is only a story of English ... hand of God , leading mankind onwards and upwards from age to age . It is hoped that this volume may find a place as ...
... hands , of whose labours this little book is gratefully content to avail itself . This is only a story of English ... hand of God , leading mankind onwards and upwards from age to age . It is hoped that this volume may find a place as ...
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... hand , my happiness is lost ! " Llywarch out- lived many of his friends and all his sons , who every one died upon the battle - field fighting for their country . He was an old man , and had been called Llywarch Hen — which means the ...
... hand , my happiness is lost ! " Llywarch out- lived many of his friends and all his sons , who every one died upon the battle - field fighting for their country . He was an old man , and had been called Llywarch Hen — which means the ...
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... hand on Beowulf , and instantly found himself seized in a grip from which he could not get free . A struggle began , and at last Grendel tore himself away , leaving his arm in Beowulf's hand . There was feasting and joy that night in ...
... hand on Beowulf , and instantly found himself seized in a grip from which he could not get free . A struggle began , and at last Grendel tore himself away , leaving his arm in Beowulf's hand . There was feasting and joy that night in ...
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... , any man so earnest ir . giving thanks to the living God . O , truly happy man ! He chanted the sentence of St. Paul the Apostle , ' It is fearful to fall into the hands of the living God , KELTIC AND FIRST ENGLISH LITERATURE . 15.
... , any man so earnest ir . giving thanks to the living God . O , truly happy man ! He chanted the sentence of St. Paul the Apostle , ' It is fearful to fall into the hands of the living God , KELTIC AND FIRST ENGLISH LITERATURE . 15.
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Anna Buckland. to fall into the hands of the living God , ' and much more out of Holy Writ ; wherein also he admonished us to think of our last hour , and to shake off the sleep of the soul ; and being learned in our poetry , he said ...
Anna Buckland. to fall into the hands of the living God , ' and much more out of Holy Writ ; wherein also he admonished us to think of our last hour , and to shake off the sleep of the soul ; and being learned in our poetry , he said ...
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Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 434 - How small, of all that human hearts endure , That part which laws or kings can cause or cure...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.