A History of English Literature in a Series of Biographical SketchesT. Nelson & Sons, 1893 - 550 oldal |
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... chief story is told by the coloured forms of the centre , where we have the sovereign painted twice , as a stern ... chiefs . The four sacked and plundered cities are depicted by roofs falling from ruined walls ; and beside each stands a ...
... chief story is told by the coloured forms of the centre , where we have the sovereign painted twice , as a stern ... chiefs . The four sacked and plundered cities are depicted by roofs falling from ruined walls ; and beside each stands a ...
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... chief and universal characteristic was a very regular alliteration , so arranged that in every couplet there should be two principal words in the first line beginning with the same letter , which letter must also be the initial of the ...
... chief and universal characteristic was a very regular alliteration , so arranged that in every couplet there should be two principal words in the first line beginning with the same letter , which letter must also be the initial of the ...
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... chief works were his versions of Bede's History of the Anglo - Saxon Church , and Boethius on the Consolation of Philosophy . Translations of Orosius , of Pope Gregory's Pastorale , and an unfinished rendering of the Psalms , are also ...
... chief works were his versions of Bede's History of the Anglo - Saxon Church , and Boethius on the Consolation of Philosophy . Translations of Orosius , of Pope Gregory's Pastorale , and an unfinished rendering of the Psalms , are also ...
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... chief teacher was an Irish monk named Meildulf , who lived a hermit life under the shade of the great oak trees in north - eastern Wilt- shire . When the followers of Meildulf were formed into a mon- astery bearing its founder's name ...
... chief teacher was an Irish monk named Meildulf , who lived a hermit life under the shade of the great oak trees in north - eastern Wilt- shire . When the followers of Meildulf were formed into a mon- astery bearing its founder's name ...
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... chief glory -- and the thing of which his countrymen were especially proud - was the fact that he , a Briton , had been chosen to give instruction to the great Emperor of the West . ERIGENA . - John Scotus or Erigena , although not a ...
... chief glory -- and the thing of which his countrymen were especially proud - was the fact that he , a Briton , had been chosen to give instruction to the great Emperor of the West . ERIGENA . - John Scotus or Erigena , although not a ...
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294. 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.
331. 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...
288. 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.
293. 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...
260. 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...