The Literature and the Literary Men of Great Britain and Ireland, Volume 1Harper & brothers, 1856 |
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... manner . Cadmon , ' we are told by this author , ' was so much less instructed than most of his equals , that he had not even learned any poetry ; so that he was frequently obliged to retire , in order to hide his shame , when the harp ...
... manner . Cadmon , ' we are told by this author , ' was so much less instructed than most of his equals , that he had not even learned any poetry ; so that he was frequently obliged to retire , in order to hide his shame , when the harp ...
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... manner than by the introduction . of new words . The language which resulted from this change , was the commencement of the present English . The first literary productions that call for attention after the Conquest , are a class which ...
... manner than by the introduction . of new words . The language which resulted from this change , was the commencement of the present English . The first literary productions that call for attention after the Conquest , are a class which ...
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... manner with respect to our sight and the object , that the rays shall be refracted and reflected wherever we please , so that we may see a thing under whatever angle we think proper , either near by or far off , and be able to read the ...
... manner with respect to our sight and the object , that the rays shall be refracted and reflected wherever we please , so that we may see a thing under whatever angle we think proper , either near by or far off , and be able to read the ...
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... manner welthe to welde : And ther is rest without ony travaille ; And ther is pees without ony strife , And ther is alle manner lykinge of lyf : - And ther is bright somer ever to se , And ther is nevere wynter in that countrie : - And ...
... manner welthe to welde : And ther is rest without ony travaille ; And ther is pees without ony strife , And ther is alle manner lykinge of lyf : - And ther is bright somer ever to se , And ther is nevere wynter in that countrie : - And ...
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... manner frendshipe that may be , And ther is evere perfect love and charite ; And ther is wisdom without folye , And ther is honeste without vileneye . Al these a man may joyes of hevene call : Ac yutte the most sovereyn joye of alle Is ...
... manner frendshipe that may be , And ther is evere perfect love and charite ; And ther is wisdom without folye , And ther is honeste without vileneye . Al these a man may joyes of hevene call : Ac yutte the most sovereyn joye of alle Is ...
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Page 316 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Page 302 - The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Page 311 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament — Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read — And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds And dip their napkins...
Page 490 - They, looking back, all the eastern side beheld Of Paradise, so late their happy seat, Waved over by that flaming brand; the gate With dreadful faces thronged and fiery arms. Some natural tears they dropped, but wiped them soon; The world was all before them, where to choose Their place of rest, and Providence their guide. They, hand in hand, with wandering steps and slow, Through Eden took their solitary way.
Page 478 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful jollity, Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek : Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Page 478 - Ring out, ye crystal spheres ! Once bless our human ears, If ye have power to touch our senses so ; And let your silver chime Move in melodious time ; And let the bass of heaven's deep organ blow And with your ninefold harmony Make up full consort to the angelic symphony.
Page 303 - To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause: there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life; For who would bear the whips and scorns of time.
Page 304 - tis too horrible. The weariest and most loathed worldly life, That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature is a paradise To what we fear of death.
Page 307 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Page 305 - She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man ; she thank'd me, And bade me, if I had a friend that lov'd her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her. Upon this hint I spake : She lov'd me for the dangers I had pass'd, And I lov'd her that she did pity them.