A Manual of English Literature, and of the History of the English Language, from the Norman Conquest; with Numerous SpecimensGriffin,, 1863 - 536 Seiten |
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... True Reform 29 Letters on a Regicide Peace ; Right Way of making War Cowper - Table Talk ; National Vice 22 29 Truth ; Voltaire Conversation ; Meeting on the Road to Emmaus Lines on his Mother's Picture Darwin : -Botanic Garden ...
... True Reform 29 Letters on a Regicide Peace ; Right Way of making War Cowper - Table Talk ; National Vice 22 29 Truth ; Voltaire Conversation ; Meeting on the Road to Emmaus Lines on his Mother's Picture Darwin : -Botanic Garden ...
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... true narrative of the ancient Nennius only came down to the invasion of Julius Cæsar , and is now lost , although we probably have an abridgment of it in the British History ( Eulogium Britanniæ , sive Historia Britonum ) , published by ...
... true narrative of the ancient Nennius only came down to the invasion of Julius Cæsar , and is now lost , although we probably have an abridgment of it in the British History ( Eulogium Britanniæ , sive Historia Britonum ) , published by ...
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... true amalgamation . But undoubtedly it would require no common pressure to overcome so strong an opposition of nature and genius . The Gothic tongues , and the Latin or Romance tongues also , indeed , belong to distinct branches of what ...
... true amalgamation . But undoubtedly it would require no common pressure to overcome so strong an opposition of nature and genius . The Gothic tongues , and the Latin or Romance tongues also , indeed , belong to distinct branches of what ...
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... true age of the transcripts which we actually possess ) ; and accordingly we hold the Mosogothic to be a language which has passed away and perished , notwithstanding that there may be some other lan- guage or languages still existing ...
... true age of the transcripts which we actually possess ) ; and accordingly we hold the Mosogothic to be a language which has passed away and perished , notwithstanding that there may be some other lan- guage or languages still existing ...
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... true and full vitality as a national speech cannot , apparently , be thus far preserved , with something of the pulse of life still beating in it , merely by such a knowledge of it being kept up as enables us to read and translate it ...
... true and full vitality as a national speech cannot , apparently , be thus far preserved , with something of the pulse of life still beating in it , merely by such a knowledge of it being kept up as enables us to read and translate it ...
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Seite 499 - What thou art we know not: What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
Seite 436 - I would not trust my heart ; — the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might — But no : — what here we call our life is such, So little to be loved, and thou so much, That I should ill requite thee to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds again.
Seite 503 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Clustered around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
Seite 503 - Fade, far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
Seite 504 - Forlorn ! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self ! Adieu ! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu ! adieu ! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades : Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — do I wake or sleep?
Seite 436 - Shoots into port at some well-havened isle, Where spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods, that show Her beauteous form reflected clear below, While airs impregnated with incense play Around her, fanning light her streamers gay; — So thou, with sails how swift! hast reached the shore " Where tempests never beat nor billows roar," And thy loved consort on the dangerous tide Of life long since has anchored by thy side.
Seite 499 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there.
Seite 434 - With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine — thy own sweet smile I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me ; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, " Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away!
Seite 314 - I am now indebted, as being a work not to be raised from the heat of youth or the vapours of wine, like that which flows at waste from the pen of some vulgar amorist or the trencher fury of a rhyming parasite, nor to be obtained by the invocation of Dame Memory and her siren daughters, but by devout prayer to that eternal Spirit who can enrich with all utterance and knowledge, and...
Seite 464 - My eyes are dim with childish tears, My heart is idly stirred, For the same sound is in my ears Which in those days I heard. " Thus fares it still in our decay : And yet the wiser mind Mourns less for what age takes away Than what it leaves behind.