A Short History of English Literature for Young PeopleA.C. McClurg, 1892 - 392 Seiten |
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... beautiful . Our souls must be open to the lovely influences of poetry , and we must draw from it that inspiration which shall transfigure for us the prose of common life . We are all accustomed to the idea of the sprouting of seeds in ...
... beautiful . Our souls must be open to the lovely influences of poetry , and we must draw from it that inspiration which shall transfigure for us the prose of common life . We are all accustomed to the idea of the sprouting of seeds in ...
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... beautiful . Our souls must be open to the lovely influences of poetry , and we must draw from it that inspiration which shall transfigure for us the prose of common life . We are all accustomed to the idea of the sprouting of seeds in ...
... beautiful . Our souls must be open to the lovely influences of poetry , and we must draw from it that inspiration which shall transfigure for us the prose of common life . We are all accustomed to the idea of the sprouting of seeds in ...
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... beautiful miniature portrait of him which may still be seen at Oxford . If men should have suddenly to choose the one English poem which should survive , all others to be at once destroyed ; a very large number of voices would doubtless ...
... beautiful miniature portrait of him which may still be seen at Oxford . If men should have suddenly to choose the one English poem which should survive , all others to be at once destroyed ; a very large number of voices would doubtless ...
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... beautiful recorded in history . More's devotion to business did not bar him from literary pursuits , which , indeed , were more natural to him . His first work , " The Life and Death of King Edward V. , ” is unfinished , but is ...
... beautiful recorded in history . More's devotion to business did not bar him from literary pursuits , which , indeed , were more natural to him . His first work , " The Life and Death of King Edward V. , ” is unfinished , but is ...
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... beautiful that he had the honor of instructing the princess that accomplishment ) ; he was Latin secretary to Queen Mary , in spite of his being a protestant ; and he was in Queen Elizabeth's service , in different capacities , until ...
... beautiful that he had the honor of instructing the princess that accomplishment ) ; he was Latin secretary to Queen Mary , in spite of his being a protestant ; and he was in Queen Elizabeth's service , in different capacities , until ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
A. C. MCCLURG Abbotsford Addison admirable afterward Bacon beautiful became began born brilliant century CHAPTER character Charles Charlotte Brontë Chaucer Church Coleridge daughter death delightful died drama dramatist Edinburgh EDMUND SPENSER Elizabeth England English essays father forto fortune genius GEOFFREY CHAUCER Geoffrey of Monmouth George George Eliot give Henry Henry VIII humor interesting James John JOHN MILTON Johnson king Lady language later Latin learned letters literary literature lived London Lord Lord Byron marriage married Mary Milton mind nature never novelists novels person plays poet poetic poetry political poor Pope popular prose published Queen reader romance satire says Scotland Scottish Shakespeare Sir Walter Scott Southey story style things Thomas thought tion took translation verse Walter Scott Westminster Abbey wife William WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE words writing written wrote young
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 364 - But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep, Turns again home.
Seite 207 - The notice which you have been pleased to take of my labours, had it been early, had been kind; but it has been delayed till I am indifferent, and cannot enjoy it; till I am solitary, and cannot impart it; till I am known, and do not want it. I hope it is no very cynical asperity not to confess obligations where no benefit has been received, or to be unwilling that the public should consider me as owing that to a patron which Providence has enabled me to do for myself.
Seite 68 - Full little knowest thou, that hast not tried, What hell it is in suing long to bide: To lose good days, that might be better spent; To waste long nights in pensive discontent; To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow; To feed on hope, to pine with fear and sorrow; To have thy prince's grace, yet want her peers...
Seite 252 - Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And while the bubbling and loud hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
Seite 275 - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat, in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread — Stitch — stitch — stitch ! In poverty, hunger, and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, — Would that its tone could reach the Rich ! She sang this " Song of the Shirt !
Seite 311 - Then out spake brave Horatius, The Captain of the gate : 'To every man upon this earth Death cometh soon or late; And how can man die better Than facing fearful odds, For the ashes of his fathers And the temples of his Gods...
Seite 251 - Than those of age, thy forehead wrapped in clouds, A leafless branch thy sceptre, and thy throne A sliding car, indebted to no wheels, But urged by storms along its slippery way, 1 love thee, all unlovely as thou seem'st, And dreaded as thou art!
Seite 169 - All Nature is but Art, unknown to thee; All Chance, Direction, which thou canst not see; All Discord, Harmony not understood; All partial Evil, universal Good : And, in spite of Pride, in erring Reason's spite, One truth is clear, Whatever is, is right.
Seite 43 - The turtle to her mate hath told her tale. Summer is come, for every spray now springs: The hart hath hung his old head on the pale; The buck in brake his winter coat he flings ; The fishes flete with new repaired scale.
Seite 112 - Her feet beneath her petticoat Like little mice stole in and out, As if they feared the light: But, oh ! she dances such a way— No sun upon an Easter day Is half so fine a sight.