A Hand-book of English and American Literature: Historical and Critical : with Illustrations of the Writings of Each Successive Period : for the Use of Schools and AcademiesEldredge & Brother, 1884 - 518 páginas |
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... hath sleve . For lust hath leve , the lond is theweles ; For thef is reve , the lond is penyles ; For pride hath sleve , the lond is almusles . " V. The ferthe seide , thet he is wod That dwelleth to muchel in the flod , For gold or for ...
... hath sleve . For lust hath leve , the lond is theweles ; For thef is reve , the lond is penyles ; For pride hath sleve , the lond is almusles . " V. The ferthe seide , thet he is wod That dwelleth to muchel in the flod , For gold or for ...
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... hath noon bettre ; 1 working . 4 seldom . 7 meaneth . 10 seest thou . 13 falsehood . 16 fur . 19 annoyed . 2 them . 5 labor . Fetisliche " hire fyngres Were fretted with gold wyr , And theron rede rubies , As rede as any gleede.18 ...
... hath noon bettre ; 1 working . 4 seldom . 7 meaneth . 10 seest thou . 13 falsehood . 16 fur . 19 annoyed . 2 them . 5 labor . Fetisliche " hire fyngres Were fretted with gold wyr , And theron rede rubies , As rede as any gleede.18 ...
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... ampled , serenity he gathered in his hand his long beard , saying , as he drew it aside , " Spare this : it hath committed no treason . " so much curved that the two extremities coming close together 58 HISTORY OF ENgLish literATURE .
... ampled , serenity he gathered in his hand his long beard , saying , as he drew it aside , " Spare this : it hath committed no treason . " so much curved that the two extremities coming close together 58 HISTORY OF ENgLish literATURE .
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... hath clad the hill , and eke the vale . The nightingale with feathers new she sings ; The turtle to her make hath told her tale . Summer is come , for every spray now springs ; The hart hath hung his old head on the pale , " 2 play ...
... hath clad the hill , and eke the vale . The nightingale with feathers new she sings ; The turtle to her make hath told her tale . Summer is come , for every spray now springs ; The hart hath hung his old head on the pale , " 2 play ...
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... " " But , " he reflects , " it hath been an olde sayde sawe , and not of lesse truth than antiquity , that wit is the better if it be deare bought . " The faults of the style of Lyly can be traced 82 HISTORY OF ENGLISH LITERATURE .
... " " But , " he reflects , " it hath been an olde sayde sawe , and not of lesse truth than antiquity , that wit is the better if it be deare bought . " The faults of the style of Lyly can be traced 82 HISTORY OF ENGLISH LITERATURE .
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Página 196 - That, changed through all, and yet in all the same; Great in the earth, as in the ethereal frame; Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees; Lives through all life, extends through all extent; Spreads undivided, operates unspent!
Página 473 - THE ARROW AND THE SONG. I SHOT an arrow into the air, It fell to earth I knew not where ; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong, That it can follow the flight of song ! Long, long afterward, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroke ; And the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend.
Página 301 - To bend with apples the mossed cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core ; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease ; For Summer has o'erbrimmed their clammy cells.
Página 197 - The world recedes; it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave ! where is thy victory ? O Death! where is thy sting?
Página 239 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossomed furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view; I knew him well, and every truant knew; Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
Página 365 - Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Página 298 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not; Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Página 131 - And though all the winds of doctrine were let loose to play upon the earth, so Truth be in the field, we do injuriously by licensing and prohibiting to misdoubt her strength. Let her and Falsehood grapple. Who ever knew Truth put to the worse, in a free and open encounter ? Her confuting is the best and surest suppressing.
Página 107 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players: They have their exits, and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms...
Página 148 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he returning chide, ' Doth God exact day-labor, light denied ?