The Carthusian, Ausgabe 1S. Walker, 1837 |
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... lines just uttered suggested . There was a pause of several minutes . Each seemed to be carrying back his thoughts within himself to the same period of his early years ; and the change of ex- pression which passed over the features of ...
... lines just uttered suggested . There was a pause of several minutes . Each seemed to be carrying back his thoughts within himself to the same period of his early years ; and the change of ex- pression which passed over the features of ...
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... lines from those of Ovid.-Q.E.D. " Nunquam omnibus jam dicere scribere nunc . " N.B. There is a rule about always having two dac- tyls in the second half of the verse , but it is doubted if the rule is to be found in the grammar that ...
... lines from those of Ovid.-Q.E.D. " Nunquam omnibus jam dicere scribere nunc . " N.B. There is a rule about always having two dac- tyls in the second half of the verse , but it is doubted if the rule is to be found in the grammar that ...
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... lines that you feel sure your master never heard of , and then take out a Dactyl or Spondee here and there , and put in one of your stock- words in its place . It has a wonderful effect , e . g . " Bellice depositis clypeo paulisper et ...
... lines that you feel sure your master never heard of , and then take out a Dactyl or Spondee here and there , and put in one of your stock- words in its place . It has a wonderful effect , e . g . " Bellice depositis clypeo paulisper et ...
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... line , they will be deterred even from following out this sen- tence to its close ; but if they have been induced to bear with me even thus far , I beg at once to assure them that they will find nothing very abstruse or visionary in my ...
... line , they will be deterred even from following out this sen- tence to its close ; but if they have been induced to bear with me even thus far , I beg at once to assure them that they will find nothing very abstruse or visionary in my ...
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... lines more graceful , ( according to any theory of grace that may be preferred , ) might be spread upon a board , or a painter's pallet , without engaging the eye to a second glance , or raising the least emotion in the mind ; —but in ...
... lines more graceful , ( according to any theory of grace that may be preferred , ) might be spread upon a board , or a painter's pallet , without engaging the eye to a second glance , or raising the least emotion in the mind ; —but in ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Alice arms BARBICAN beautiful Brooke Hall brother called Carthusian chapel Charterhouse Charterhouse Lane Cicero cloister Connor M'Cormick court door Duke of Norfolk fair Father fear feelings FLEET STREET flowers garden gentleman give green Hamish hand happy hath Hawkhurst head hear heard heart honour hope hour Jupiter King lady Larnreagh look Lord Master ment Mercury mind monk morning Muse nature never o'er old Carthusians once onomatopœia ourselves Ovid Oxford passed pleasure poet poetry Preacher present principle Rackett racter readers REMEMBRANCE replied Richard Lovelace round scene schoolmaster seemed smile song soul spirit Spondees tell terrace thee Thomas Sutton thou thought tion tone Townshend Tracy Triumvirate verses Virg Virgil voice Vulcan wall wild wild thyme wish words writings youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 263 - Enlarged winds that curl the flood Know no such liberty. Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage ; Minds innocent and quiet take That for a hermitage.
Seite 424 - Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking; Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier, rest l thy warfare o'er, Dream of fighting fields no more: Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking.
Seite 252 - The glories of our birth and state Are shadows, not substantial things : There is no armour against Fate : Death lays his icy hand on Kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Seite 463 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws, And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men, for thus sings he, Cuckoo ; Cuckoo...
Seite 480 - For ye shall go out with joy, and be led forth with peace: the mountains and the hills shall break forth before you into singing, and all the trees of the field shall clap their hands. Instead of the thorn shall come up the fir-tree, and instead of the brier shall come up the myrtle-tree : and it shall be to the Lord for a name, for an everlasting sign that shall not be cut off.
Seite 416 - Though oft the ear the open vowels tire ; While expletives their feeble aid do join ; And ten low words oft creep in one dull line ; While they ring round the same unvaried chimes, With sure returns of still-expected rhymes. Where'er you find " the cooling western breeze...
Seite 413 - Boy's Song Where the pools are bright and deep, Where the gray trout lies asleep, Up the river and o'er the lea, That's the way for Billy and me. Where the blackbird sings the latest, Where the hawthorn blooms the sweetest, Where the nestlings chirp and flee, That's the way for Billy and me.
Seite 251 - True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, Dear, so much, Loved I not Honour more.
Seite 252 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill : But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They tame but one another still : Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow; Then boast no more your mighty deeds! Upon Death's purple altar now See where the victor-victim bleeds. Your heads must come To the cold tomb: Only the actions of the just Smell sweet and blossom...
Seite 420 - With many a weary step, and many a groan, Up the high hill he heaves a huge round stone; The huge round stone, resulting with a bound, Thunders impetuous down, and smokes along the ground.