A Manual of English Literature, and of the History of the English Language, from the Norman Conquest; with Numerous SpecimensGriffin,, 1863 - 536 עמודים |
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עמוד 21
... beauty of style in the narrative , it has perished irretrievably . But this is what also appears to happen , in a greater or less degree , in the case even of a language the vocabu- lary of which we have completely in our possession ...
... beauty of style in the narrative , it has perished irretrievably . But this is what also appears to happen , in a greater or less degree , in the case even of a language the vocabu- lary of which we have completely in our possession ...
עמוד 55
... beauty , and was the favourite vehicle of love and song . The Langue d'Oyl , on the other hand , formerly spoken only to the north of the Loire , has grown up into what we now call the French language , and has become , at least for ...
... beauty , and was the favourite vehicle of love and song . The Langue d'Oyl , on the other hand , formerly spoken only to the north of the Loire , has grown up into what we now call the French language , and has become , at least for ...
עמוד 61
... beauty to the educated mind , imbued with a feeling for the literature into which it has been wrought , of something , probably , even of its precision as well as of its expressiveness in a higher sense . It has become , in a manner ...
... beauty to the educated mind , imbued with a feeling for the literature into which it has been wrought , of something , probably , even of its precision as well as of its expressiveness in a higher sense . It has become , in a manner ...
עמוד 132
... beauty of some far - off world of its own . Now the riotous verse rings loud with the turbulence of human merriment and laughter , casting from it , as it dashes on its way , flash after flash of all the forms of wit and comedy ; now it ...
... beauty of some far - off world of its own . Now the riotous verse rings loud with the turbulence of human merriment and laughter , casting from it , as it dashes on its way , flash after flash of all the forms of wit and comedy ; now it ...
עמוד 156
... beauty , who treats him cruelly , in a tone of affectation which would appear highly ridiculous in a man of more than sixty years of age , were it not a common characteristic of the poetry of the period . After this profession the ...
... beauty , who treats him cruelly , in a tone of affectation which would appear highly ridiculous in a man of more than sixty years of age , were it not a common characteristic of the poetry of the period . After this profession the ...
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ancient appears beauty belonging born brought called century character Chaucer common composition considerable continued course death died distinguished doubt edition Edward effect England English entitled expression fact feeling force French genius give given greatest hand Henry imagination Italy John kind king known language Latin latter learned least less lines literature lived London Lord manner means mentioned mind native natural nearly never observes original passages passion perhaps period pieces play poem poet poetical poetry popular present principle printed probably produced prose published readers regard reign remarkable respect rhyme says seems sense Shakespeare sometimes speech spirit story style supposed taken Tale things thou thought tion tongue translation true truth University verse volume whole writer written
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עמוד 499 - What thou art we know not: What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
עמוד 436 - I would not trust my heart ; — the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might — But no : — what here we call our life is such, So little to be loved, and thou so much, That I should ill requite thee to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds again.
עמוד 503 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Clustered around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
עמוד 503 - Fade, far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
עמוד 504 - Forlorn ! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self ! Adieu ! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu ! adieu ! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades : Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — do I wake or sleep?
עמוד 436 - Shoots into port at some well-havened isle, Where spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods, that show Her beauteous form reflected clear below, While airs impregnated with incense play Around her, fanning light her streamers gay; — So thou, with sails how swift! hast reached the shore " Where tempests never beat nor billows roar," And thy loved consort on the dangerous tide Of life long since has anchored by thy side.
עמוד 499 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there.
עמוד 434 - With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine — thy own sweet smile I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me ; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, " Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away!
עמוד 314 - I am now indebted, as being a work not to be raised from the heat of youth or the vapours of wine, like that which flows at waste from the pen of some vulgar amorist or the trencher fury of a rhyming parasite, nor to be obtained by the invocation of Dame Memory and her siren daughters, but by devout prayer to that eternal Spirit who can enrich with all utterance and knowledge, and...
עמוד 464 - My eyes are dim with childish tears, My heart is idly stirred, For the same sound is in my ears Which in those days I heard. " Thus fares it still in our decay : And yet the wiser mind Mourns less for what age takes away Than what it leaves behind.