The Story of English LiteratureCassell, Petter, Galpin & Company, 1882 - 519 páginas |
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... asked if it was his own desire too ; to which Galahad answered , " Yes . " " Then shall he , " said Sir Launcelot , " receive the high order of knighthood at the high festival to - morrow . " So very early in the morning of Whit ...
... asked if it was his own desire too ; to which Galahad answered , " Yes . " " Then shall he , " said Sir Launcelot , " receive the high order of knighthood at the high festival to - morrow . " So very early in the morning of Whit ...
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... asked him what they were ; and the squire told him that a great stone was floating on the river with a sword sticking in it . ' I will see that marvel , " said the King ; and he and his knights all went down to the river , where they ...
... asked him what they were ; and the squire told him that a great stone was floating on the river with a sword sticking in it . ' I will see that marvel , " said the King ; and he and his knights all went down to the river , where they ...
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... and smooth that she had never found it hard to keep her promise . Now the marquis thought he should like to know whether she would still be so dutiful and loving if he asked her to do something 52 THE STORY OF ENGLISH LITERATURE .
... and smooth that she had never found it hard to keep her promise . Now the marquis thought he should like to know whether she would still be so dutiful and loving if he asked her to do something 52 THE STORY OF ENGLISH LITERATURE .
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Anna Buckland. dutiful and loving if he asked her to do something very painful and hard ; and he could think of nothing that would be more so than to tell her to send away her dear little baby . So one day he told her , that though she ...
Anna Buckland. dutiful and loving if he asked her to do something very painful and hard ; and he could think of nothing that would be more so than to tell her to send away her dear little baby . So one day he told her , that though she ...
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... asking her husband for money or any of those things which only belonged to her position as marchioness , thus proving ... asked her to come to the palace and see that the servants arranged everything as he liked it done . So Grisildis ...
... asking her husband for money or any of those things which only belonged to her position as marchioness , thus proving ... asked her to come to the palace and see that the servants arranged everything as he liked it done . So Grisildis ...
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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.