Representative English Literature from Chaucer to Tennyson: Selected and Supplemented with Historical Connections and a MapH. Holt, 1893 - 514 Seiten |
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... tell us facts , fulfill these conditions , and are strictly literature ; and , in general , poetry , histories , biographies , novels , essays , and the like , may be included in this class . It is in this stricter sense that we shall ...
... tell us facts , fulfill these conditions , and are strictly literature ; and , in general , poetry , histories , biographies , novels , essays , and the like , may be included in this class . It is in this stricter sense that we shall ...
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... tell two tales on the way to Canterbury and two returning . There are , by way of interlude , prologues to the several stories thus told , which bind the whole series more firmly together , and recall to us the general design . The idea ...
... tell two tales on the way to Canterbury and two returning . There are , by way of interlude , prologues to the several stories thus told , which bind the whole series more firmly together , and recall to us the general design . The idea ...
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... Of that great Lord , which therein wont to dwell ; Whose want too well now feels my freendles case : But ah ! here fits not well Olde woes , but joyes , to tell Against the Brydale daye , which is not long : PROTHALAMION . 85.
... Of that great Lord , which therein wont to dwell ; Whose want too well now feels my freendles case : But ah ! here fits not well Olde woes , but joyes , to tell Against the Brydale daye , which is not long : PROTHALAMION . 85.
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... tell not me : I know Antonio Is sad to think upon his merchandise . Ant . Believe me , no . I thank my fortune for it , My ventures are not in one bottom trusted , Nor to one place ; nor is my whole estate Upon the fortune of this ...
... tell not me : I know Antonio Is sad to think upon his merchandise . Ant . Believe me , no . I thank my fortune for it , My ventures are not in one bottom trusted , Nor to one place ; nor is my whole estate Upon the fortune of this ...
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... tell thee what , Antonio- I love thee , and it is my love that speaks , - There are a sort of men whose visages Do cream and mantle , like a standing pond , And do a wilful stillness entertain , 90 With purpose to be dressed in an ...
... tell thee what , Antonio- I love thee , and it is my love that speaks , - There are a sort of men whose visages Do cream and mantle , like a standing pond , And do a wilful stillness entertain , 90 With purpose to be dressed in an ...
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Seite 412 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Seite 323 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay: Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade ; A breath can make them, as a breath has made: But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
Seite 342 - Among the farthest Hebrides. Will no one tell me what she sings? — Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again?
Seite 413 - Homer ruled as his demesne ; Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold : Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He...
Seite 409 - 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...
Seite 238 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he, returning, chide, "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?
Seite 413 - O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, 'Beauty is truth, truth beauty,' — that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
Seite 338 - Duty! if that name thou love Who art a light to guide, a rod To check the erring, and reprove ; Thou, who art victory and law When empty terrors overawe ; From vain temptations dost set free ; And calm'st the weary strife of frail humanity ! There are who ask not if thine eye Be on them ; who, in love and truth, Where no misgiving is, rely Upon the genial sense of youth : Glad Hearts ! without reproach or blot ; Who do thy work, and know it not : Oh ! if through confidence misplaced They fail, thy...
Seite 360 - Alas ! (thought I, and my heart beat loud) How fast she nears and nears ! Are those her sails that glance in the Sun, Like restless gossameres ? Are those her ribs through which the Sun Did peer, as through a grate ? And is that Woman all her crew ? Is that a Death ? and are there two ? Is Death that woman's mate...
Seite 412 - THOU still unravish'd bride of quietness!* Thou foster-child of silence and slow time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme: What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady?