A History of English Literature in a Series of Biographical SketchesNelson, 1900 - 582 oldal |
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iv. oldal
... kind . Recognizing the value of such pictures to the student of national history , I have at- tempted to reproduce , with some vividness , scenes of vanished author - life , and to trace the chief steps by which a green leaf has become ...
... kind . Recognizing the value of such pictures to the student of national history , I have at- tempted to reproduce , with some vividness , scenes of vanished author - life , and to trace the chief steps by which a green leaf has become ...
31. oldal
... Abbot of Peterborough , may also be named among the crowd of chroniclers who have written on the early history of England . A favourite kind of light reading , often conned by the refectory 32 NATURE OF THE NORMAN ROMANCES . fire in the.
... Abbot of Peterborough , may also be named among the crowd of chroniclers who have written on the early history of England . A favourite kind of light reading , often conned by the refectory 32 NATURE OF THE NORMAN ROMANCES . fire in the.
37. oldal
... kind of men who wandered from hall to hall , embalming in song those picturesque old histories of early English days , whose very roughness of flow is a new charm , and whose large admixture of highly - coloured fable , if detracting ...
... kind of men who wandered from hall to hall , embalming in song those picturesque old histories of early English days , whose very roughness of flow is a new charm , and whose large admixture of highly - coloured fable , if detracting ...
38. oldal
... kind of alliteration . Metre or rhyme they had none . These attributes of English verse were imported from the Continent by the Normans , who copied both from the decayed Latin . Even before the age of Constantine a species of ...
... kind of alliteration . Metre or rhyme they had none . These attributes of English verse were imported from the Continent by the Normans , who copied both from the decayed Latin . Even before the age of Constantine a species of ...
50. oldal
... kind words the sick peasant , who had then no better bed than a heap of straw , and no softer pillow than a log of wood . The morning he spent among his books , revising a Latin treatise , or adding some sentences to the English Bible ...
... kind words the sick peasant , who had then no better bed than a heap of straw , and no softer pillow than a log of wood . The morning he spent among his books , revising a Latin treatise , or adding some sentences to the English Bible ...
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afterwards Alcuin Archbishop of Canterbury beauty became Bible born brilliant Bruges called Cambridge Canterbury Canterbury Tales century CHAPTER character Charles Chaucer chief chiefly Church College coloured court death died dramatic early Edinburgh Elizabeth England ENGLISH LITERATURE English Reformation Essays Faerie Queene fame father finest France GAVIN DOUGLAS genius heart Henry Henry VIII History honour Illustrative extract James John John Wycliffe Johnson King Lady land Latin learned Leicestershire letters literary lived London Lord Milton mind minstrels monk night noble novel Oxford picture play poem poet poet's poetic poetry poor prose published Puritan Queen Raleigh reign Richard ROGER ASCHAM romance round royal Saxon scenes Scottish Scriptorium Shakspere Shakspere's song SPECIMEN Spenser spent story style Supplementary List sweet Thomas thought took tragedy translation verse Westminster WILLIAM words writer written wrote young
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211. oldal - What matter where, if I be still the same And what I should be, all but less than he Whom thunder hath made greater...
209. oldal - The other Shape — If shape it might be called that shape had none Distinguishable in member, joint, or limb ; Or substance might be called that shadow seemed, For each seemed either — black it stood as Night, 670 Fierce as ten Furies, terrible as Hell, And shook a dreadful dart : what seemed his head The likeness of a kingly crown had on.
324. oldal - How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke ! Let not ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure ; Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike the inevitable hour. The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
350. oldal - Seven years, My Lord, have now passed since I waited in your outward rooms or was repulsed from your door, during which time I have been pushing on my work through difficulties of which it is useless to complain, and have brought it at last to the verge of publication without one act of assistance, one word of encouragement, or one smile of favour. Such treatment I did not expect, for I never had a patron before.
378. oldal - I thought ten thousand swords must have leaped from their scabbards to avenge even a look that 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.
363. 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.
241. oldal - Of these the false Achitophel was first, A name to all succeeding ages curst: For close designs and crooked counsels fit, Sagacious, bold, and turbulent of wit; Restless, unfixed in principles and place, In power unpleased, impatient of disgrace ; A fiery soul, which working out its way, Fretted the pigmy body to decay, And o'er-informed the tenement of clay.
378. oldal - It is now sixteen or seventeen years since I saw the queen of France, then the dauphiness, at Versailles; and surely never lighted on this orb, which she hardly seemed to touch, a more delightful vision.
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 o' mind the fairies' coachmakers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
189. oldal - ... back with the loud sighings of an eastern wind, and his motion made irregular and inconstant, descending more at every breath of the tempest, than it could recover by the libration and frequent weighing of his wings, till the little creature was forced to sit down and pant, and stay till the storm was over ; and then it made a prosperous flight, and did rise and sing, as if it had learned music and motion from an angel, as he passed sometimes through the air, about his ministries here below....