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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תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 55
עמוד 51
... thou observest , " concluded the speaker , " whatever thou mayest undertake thou shalt happily accomplish . " The king immedi- ately , speaking in French , desired the soldier who held the bridle of his horse to ask the rustic if he had ...
... thou observest , " concluded the speaker , " whatever thou mayest undertake thou shalt happily accomplish . " The king immedi- ately , speaking in French , desired the soldier who held the bridle of his horse to ask the rustic if he had ...
עמוד 52
... thou shalt within a year's time hear such news as thou shalt mourn to the day of thy death . " And , having so spoken , the man vanished out of sight . With the calamities which of course ensued to the doomed king we have here nothing ...
... thou shalt within a year's time hear such news as thou shalt mourn to the day of thy death . " And , having so spoken , the man vanished out of sight . With the calamities which of course ensued to the doomed king we have here nothing ...
עמוד 87
... thou God's curse . The hymn of St. Godric has more of an antique character . It is thus given by Ritson , who ... thou ( art thou called ) ? Malmesbury's Latin translation is , " Vocaris Ursus : habeas Dei maledictionem . " But the first ...
... thou God's curse . The hymn of St. Godric has more of an antique character . It is thus given by Ritson , who ... thou ( art thou called ) ? Malmesbury's Latin translation is , " Vocaris Ursus : habeas Dei maledictionem . " But the first ...
עמוד 97
... thou bade ] Annd forthedd te thin wille ; [ And performed thee thine will ( wish ) ] Icc hafe wennd inntill Ennglissh [ I have wended ( turned ) into English ] Goddspelless hallghe lare , [ Gospel's holy lore ] Afiterr thatt little witt ...
... thou bade ] Annd forthedd te thin wille ; [ And performed thee thine will ( wish ) ] Icc hafe wennd inntill Ennglissh [ I have wended ( turned ) into English ] Goddspelless hallghe lare , [ Gospel's holy lore ] Afiterr thatt little witt ...
עמוד 120
... thou so hard ? Gif thee lack lifelode , 3 Lene thee ich will Swich ' good as God hath sent : Go we , leve brother . " 2 Let the plough stand . If livelihood lack , or be wanting to , thee . 4 Give or lend thee I will . 6 Let us go ...
... thou so hard ? Gif thee lack lifelode , 3 Lene thee ich will Swich ' good as God hath sent : Go we , leve brother . " 2 Let the plough stand . If livelihood lack , or be wanting to , thee . 4 Give or lend thee I will . 6 Let us go ...
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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.