A History of English Literature: In a Series of Biographical SketchesT. Nelson and Sons, 1877 - 549 oldal |
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... hand grasping a couple of arrows . Before this grim warrior at the top of the scroll lie a shield and a bundle of spears . Face and feet are painted a dull yellow . Before his second effigy we have four smaller heads , with closed eyes ...
... hand grasping a couple of arrows . Before this grim warrior at the top of the scroll lie a shield and a bundle of spears . Face and feet are painted a dull yellow . Before his second effigy we have four smaller heads , with closed eyes ...
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... hand . Alfred the Great was born in 848 , at Wantage in Berkshire . Two visits to Rome in his early days gave him a wider range of observation and thought than Anglo - Saxon children commonly enjoyed . When he had reached his twelfth ...
... hand . Alfred the Great was born in 848 , at Wantage in Berkshire . Two visits to Rome in his early days gave him a wider range of observation and thought than Anglo - Saxon children commonly enjoyed . When he had reached his twelfth ...
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... hands . These books , called Gesta , were made up of monkish legends , chivalric romances , ghost - stories , parables , satirical flings at the foibles of women , and such stories from the classics as the Skeleton of Pallas and the ...
... hands . These books , called Gesta , were made up of monkish legends , chivalric romances , ghost - stories , parables , satirical flings at the foibles of women , and such stories from the classics as the Skeleton of Pallas and the ...
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... hands of the Minstrels and the Monks . The minstrel , roaming through the land , sang ballads of love and war ; the ... hand to the Church . So it happened that the cloister doors were too often shut in the faces of the wearied gleemen ...
... hands of the Minstrels and the Monks . The minstrel , roaming through the land , sang ballads of love and war ; the ... hand to the Church . So it happened that the cloister doors were too often shut in the faces of the wearied gleemen ...
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... hand turned a handle , while the other touched the keys of the instrument . The minstrel's dress , of which an idea may be gathered from the fol- lowing passage , bore some resemblance to that of the monks . An old letter , written by a ...
... hand turned a handle , while the other touched the keys of the instrument . The minstrel's dress , of which an idea may be gathered from the fol- lowing passage , bore some resemblance to that of the monks . An old letter , written by a ...
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324. oldal - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care: No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke; How jocund did they drive their team afield! How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke...
149. oldal - Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid : Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut, Made by the joiner squirrel, or old grub, Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
457. oldal - What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, 80 That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
148. oldal - Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Or else worth all the rest : I see thee still ; And on thy blade, and dudgeon,* gouts of blood, Which was not so before. — There's no such thing ; It is the bloody business, which informs Thus to mine eyes.
92. oldal - MAIDEN ! with the meek, brown eyes, In whose orbs a shadow lies Like the dusk in evening skies ! Thou whose locks outshine the sun, Golden tresses, wreathed in one, As the braided streamlets run ! Standing, with reluctant feet, Where the brook and river meet, Womanhood and childhood fleet...
340. oldal - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and God has given my share — I still had hopes, my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose...
457. oldal - The picture of the mind revives again : While here I stand, not only with the sense Of present pleasure, but with pleasing thoughts That in this moment there is life and food For future years.
111. oldal - ... else, I must do it, as it were, in such weight, measure, and number, even so perfectly as God made the world; or else I am so sharply taunted, so cruelly threatened, yea, presently, sometimes with pinches, nips, and bobs, ana other ways (which I will not name for the honour I bear them) so without measure misordered, that I think myself in hell, till time come that I must go to Mr.
376. oldal - I thought ten thousand swords must have leaped from their scabbards to avenge even a look tliat threatened her with insult. But the age of chivalry is gone. That of sophisters, economists, and calculators has succeeded ; and the glory of Europe is extinguished for ever.
361. oldal - It was on the day, or rather night, of the 27th of June 1787, between the hours of eleven and twelve, that I wrote the last lines of the last page in a summer-house in my garden. After laying down my pen, I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains.