A Text-book on English Literature: With Copious Extracts from the Leading Authors, English and American : with Full Instructions as to the Method in which These are to be Studied : Adapted for Use in Colleges, High Schools and AcademiesClark & Maynard, 1882 - 446 sider |
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Side 31
... truth , ' was the 6 6 reply , all is finished now . ' He sang the Glory to God , ' and died . It is to that scene that English prose looks back as its sacred source , as it is in the greatness and variety of Bæda's Latin work that ...
... truth , ' was the 6 6 reply , all is finished now . ' He sang the Glory to God , ' and died . It is to that scene that English prose looks back as its sacred source , as it is in the greatness and variety of Bæda's Latin work that ...
Side 41
... Truth sought for is that of righteous life . None of those who wish to find Truth know the way till Piers the Plowman , who at last enters the poem , directs them aright . The search for a righteous life is a search to Do Well , to Do ...
... Truth sought for is that of righteous life . None of those who wish to find Truth know the way till Piers the Plowman , who at last enters the poem , directs them aright . The search for a righteous life is a search to Do Well , to Do ...
Side 50
... Truth and for Purity in life and in the Church . Another cause , common to the Continent and to England in this century , was the movement for the equal rights of man against the class system of the middle ages . It was made a religious ...
... Truth and for Purity in life and in the Church . Another cause , common to the Continent and to England in this century , was the movement for the equal rights of man against the class system of the middle ages . It was made a religious ...
Side 55
... Truth and the Moder of God . During his last ten years , he wrote some small poems , and along with the Compleynte of Venus and a prose treatise on the Astrolabe , four more tales , the Canon's - yeoman's , the Manciple's , the Monk's ...
... Truth and the Moder of God . During his last ten years , he wrote some small poems , and along with the Compleynte of Venus and a prose treatise on the Astrolabe , four more tales , the Canon's - yeoman's , the Manciple's , the Monk's ...
Side 75
... truth origi- nally French . The Complaint of the Black Knight , usually given to Chaucer , is stated to be Lydgate's by Shirley , the contemporary of him and of Chaucer . I should like to be able to call him the author of the pretty ...
... truth origi- nally French . The Complaint of the Black Knight , usually given to Chaucer , is stated to be Lydgate's by Shirley , the contemporary of him and of Chaucer . I should like to be able to call him the author of the pretty ...
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Side 381 - 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, Cluster'd around by all her starry fays...
Side 369 - The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold ; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Side 376 - ... flowers From the seas and the streams ; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under. And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Side 359 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Side 184 - The oracles are dumb, No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving. No nightly trance or breathed spell Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
Side 381 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet...
Side 215 - Peace to all such! But were there One whose fires True Genius kindles and fair Fame inspires; Blest with each talent and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease: Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne, View him with scornful, yet with jealous eyes, And hate for arts that caus'd himself to rise; Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And without sneering, teach the rest to sneer...
Side 185 - And sullen Moloch, fled, Hath left in shadows dread His burning idol all of blackest hue ; In vain with cymbals' ring They call the grisly king, In dismal dance about the furnace blue ; The brutish gods of Nile as fast, Isis, and Orus, and the dog Anubis, haste...
Side 199 - Now strike the golden lyre again: A louder yet, and yet a louder strain. Break his bands of sleep asunder, And rouse him, like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark, the horrid sound Has raised up his head! As awaked from the dead, And amazed, he stares around.
Side 263 - Unskilful he to note the card Of prudent lore, Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, And whelm him o'er ! Such fate to suffering worth is...