A History of English Literature in a Series of Biographical SketchesT. Nelson & Sons, 1893 - 550 oldal |
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47. oldal
... streets and schools of Oxford ; but his place must have been , not among the fast men in the brew - houses , ringing with the sounds of fiddle and dance , but among the red - bound books in his quiet rooms , else how could he have won a ...
... streets and schools of Oxford ; but his place must have been , not among the fast men in the brew - houses , ringing with the sounds of fiddle and dance , but among the red - bound books in his quiet rooms , else how could he have won a ...
48. oldal
... streets of London . Then King Edward died , and his grandson Richard reigned . So marked a man had Wycliffe become in this Reformation struggle , that the first Parliament of Richard II . submitted to him a question , " Was it lawful to ...
... streets of London . Then King Edward died , and his grandson Richard reigned . So marked a man had Wycliffe become in this Reformation struggle , that the first Parliament of Richard II . submitted to him a question , " Was it lawful to ...
50. oldal
... street one stepped in upon a foul earthen floor . The rafters above hung thick with black soot , for there were no chimneys , and the smoke found its way out of door or window as it best could . There , in the meanest hut , might the ...
... street one stepped in upon a foul earthen floor . The rafters above hung thick with black soot , for there were no chimneys , and the smoke found its way out of door or window as it best could . There , in the meanest hut , might the ...
53. oldal
... Street ; " which ebullition of young blood is the only recorded event of his supposed law - studies in the Inner Temple . The favour of John of Ghent , won we know not how , intro- duced him to Court and the favour of King Edward III ...
... Street ; " which ebullition of young blood is the only recorded event of his supposed law - studies in the Inner Temple . The favour of John of Ghent , won we know not how , intro- duced him to Court and the favour of King Edward III ...
47. oldal
... streets and schools of Oxford ; but his place must have been , not among the fast men in the brew - houses , ringing with the sounds of fiddle and dance , but among the red - bound books in his quiet rooms , else how could he have won a ...
... streets and schools of Oxford ; but his place must have been , not among the fast men in the brew - houses , ringing with the sounds of fiddle and dance , but among the red - bound books in his quiet rooms , else how could he have won a ...
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296. oldal - twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
96. 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.
332. oldal - Ye Ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge!
143. 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.
145. oldal - Almighty hath not built Here for his envy, will not drive us hence : Here we may reign secure, and, in my choice To reign is worth ambition, though in Hell : Better to reign in Hell than serve in Heaven...
290. 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 forever.
295. oldal - Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee — Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they? Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: — not so thou, Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play — Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow — Such as creation's dawn beheld thou rollest now.
97. 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...
262. 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...
145. oldal - No sooner had the Almighty ceased, but all The multitude of angels, with a shout Loud as from numbers without number, sweet As from blest voices, uttering joy...