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 22
... hearts wholly voiceless . When it can be distinguished from prose at all it is only by certain marks or characteristics which may indeed be perceived by the eye , or counted on the fingers , but which have no expression that excites in ...
... hearts wholly voiceless . When it can be distinguished from prose at all it is only by certain marks or characteristics which may indeed be perceived by the eye , or counted on the fingers , but which have no expression that excites in ...
עמוד 103
... heart till it was re - awakened in our own day by Scott , after the lapse of three hundred years . But the metrical romance was then become quite another sort of thing than it had been in its proper era , throughout the whole extent of ...
... heart till it was re - awakened in our own day by Scott , after the lapse of three hundred years . But the metrical romance was then become quite another sort of thing than it had been in its proper era , throughout the whole extent of ...
עמוד 131
... heart the per- fect image of what she is . Succeeding poets , by reason of his intervention , and that imitation of him into which , in a greater or less degree , they are of necessity drawn , see her only , as it were , wrapt in hazy ...
... heart the per- fect image of what she is . Succeeding poets , by reason of his intervention , and that imitation of him into which , in a greater or less degree , they are of necessity drawn , see her only , as it were , wrapt in hazy ...
עמוד 132
... heart is full - the springing herbage , and tho dew - drops on the leaf , and the rivulets glad beneath the morning ray and dancing to their own simple music . From mere narrative and playful humour up to the heights of imaginative and ...
... heart is full - the springing herbage , and tho dew - drops on the leaf , and the rivulets glad beneath the morning ray and dancing to their own simple music . From mere narrative and playful humour up to the heights of imaginative and ...
עמוד 143
... heart . Full seemely her wimple ypinched was ; Her nose tretis , 3 her eyen grey as glass ; Her mouth full small , and thereto soft and red , But sickerly she had a fair forehead ; It was almost a spanne broad , I trow ; For hardily she ...
... heart . Full seemely her wimple ypinched was ; Her nose tretis , 3 her eyen grey as glass ; Her mouth full small , and thereto soft and red , But sickerly she had a fair forehead ; It was almost a spanne broad , I trow ; For hardily she ...
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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.