A History of English Literature, in a Series of Biographical SketchesT. Nelson and Sons, 1862 - 538 páginas |
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... young , -the living interest thus given to a subject for which some have little love , —so much do the colour and the flavour of that wonderful Mind - fruit , called a Book , depend upon the atmosphere in which it has ripened , and the ...
... young , -the living interest thus given to a subject for which some have little love , —so much do the colour and the flavour of that wonderful Mind - fruit , called a Book , depend upon the atmosphere in which it has ripened , and the ...
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... young monks who wrote for him , " there is but one chapter , but thou canst ill bear questioning . " " Write quickly on , " said Bede . At noon he took a solemn fare- well of his friends , distributing among them his treasured spices ...
... young monks who wrote for him , " there is but one chapter , but thou canst ill bear questioning . " " Write quickly on , " said Bede . At noon he took a solemn fare- well of his friends , distributing among them his treasured spices ...
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... young 1340 Wycliffe was entered as a Commoner upon the books of Queen's College , a newly founded school . From Queen's he soon removed to Merton . The students of Oxford in that day were , as we learn from Chaucer's pictured page , as ...
... young 1340 Wycliffe was entered as a Commoner upon the books of Queen's College , a newly founded school . From Queen's he soon removed to Merton . The students of Oxford in that day were , as we learn from Chaucer's pictured page , as ...
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... young blood is the only recorded event of his supposed law - studies in the Inner Temple . The favour of John of Ghent , won we know not how , intro- duced him to Court and the favour of King Edward III . The handsome and accomplished ...
... young blood is the only recorded event of his supposed law - studies in the Inner Temple . The favour of John of Ghent , won we know not how , intro- duced him to Court and the favour of King Edward III . The handsome and accomplished ...
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William Francis Collier. 56 66 THE CANTERBURY TALES . " some face of the young poet . His common dress consisted of red hose , horned shoes , and a loose frock of camlet , reaching to the knee , with wide sleeves fastened at the wrist ...
William Francis Collier. 56 66 THE CANTERBURY TALES . " some face of the young poet . His common dress consisted of red hose , horned shoes , and a loose frock of camlet , reaching to the knee , with wide sleeves fastened at the wrist ...
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Página 493 - Kent. Vex not his ghost. O, let him pass! He hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.
Página 149 - 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...
Página 148 - 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.
Página 392 - Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests ; in all time, — Calm or convulsed, in breeze or gale or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving — boundless, endless, and sublime, The image of eternity, the throne Of the Invisible ; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made ; each zone Obeys thee ; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Página 209 - 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.
Página 211 - 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...
Página 378 - It is now sixteen or seventeen years since I saw the Queen of France, then the dauphiness, at Versailles; and surely never lighted on this orb, which she hardly seemed to touch, a more delightful vision.
Página 391 - And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee and arbiter of war,— These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride or spoils of Trafalgar.
Página 363 - It was on the day, or rather night, of the 27th of June 1787, between the hours of eleven and twelve, that I wrote the last lines of the last page in a summer-house in my garden. After laying down my pen, I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains.
Página 210 - Is this the region, this the soil, the clime," Said then the lost Archangel, "this the seat That we must change for Heaven ? this mournful gloom For that celestial light? Be...