British Classical Authors. Select Specimens of the National Literature of England and America, with Biographical Sketches and an Historical Outline of English Literature. Poetry and ProseGeorge Westermann, 1885 |
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... Italian suggested by the Decamerone . It is true , that Chaucer has vastly improved on the writer makes us acquainted with seven la- original idea of Boccaccio . dies and three gentlemen , who meet acci- dentally in one of the churches ...
... Italian suggested by the Decamerone . It is true , that Chaucer has vastly improved on the writer makes us acquainted with seven la- original idea of Boccaccio . dies and three gentlemen , who meet acci- dentally in one of the churches ...
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... Italian - we mean Dante's Inferno - and we shall find , as we proceed , that even at this period the influence exercised by the great Tuscan writers on English literature was by no means exhausted . The agitation and contests which ...
... Italian - we mean Dante's Inferno - and we shall find , as we proceed , that even at this period the influence exercised by the great Tuscan writers on English literature was by no means exhausted . The agitation and contests which ...
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... Italian language . We need not therefore be surprised , that Spenser , who had to find for each stanza , in a much ... Italian poet . and his long tail cut off . The story has Every one , who is at all versed in Italian much of the ...
... Italian language . We need not therefore be surprised , that Spenser , who had to find for each stanza , in a much ... Italian poet . and his long tail cut off . The story has Every one , who is at all versed in Italian much of the ...
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... Italian comedies . It is thought by some that Shakespeare , con- trary to his custom , invented this plot him- self . The Comedy of Errors is evidently bor- rowed from the Menæchmi of Plautus . To heighten the comic effect , Shakespeare ...
... Italian comedies . It is thought by some that Shakespeare , con- trary to his custom , invented this plot him- self . The Comedy of Errors is evidently bor- rowed from the Menæchmi of Plautus . To heighten the comic effect , Shakespeare ...
Side xxi
... Italian writer Fiorentino , but there is an English ballad on the same subject , that was perhaps extant in Shake- speare's time . The incident of the caskets is taken from the fifth book of Gower's Confessio Amantis . The Tempest is ...
... Italian writer Fiorentino , but there is an English ballad on the same subject , that was perhaps extant in Shake- speare's time . The incident of the caskets is taken from the fifth book of Gower's Confessio Amantis . The Tempest is ...
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Vanlige uttrykk og setninger
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Side 273 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply: And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb Forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er...
Side 600 - Tis of the wave and not the rock; 'Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale ! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore. Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee.
Side 381 - All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and Heaven is overflowed.
Side 273 - E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, 'Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn...
Side 277 - Sweet smiling village, loveliest of the lawn, Thy sports are fled, and all thy charms withdrawn ; Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen, /And desolation saddens all thy green : One only master grasps the whole domain, , And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain...
Side 54 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Side 54 - Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause; What cause withholds you then to mourn for him ? O judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason! — Bear with me; My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar, And I must pause, till it come back to me.
Side 380 - And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock/beating surf. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
Side 411 - Awake, my soul ! not only passive praise Thou owest ! not alone these swelling tears, Mute thanks and secret ecstasy ! Awake, Voice of sweet song ! Awake, my Heart, awake ! Green vales and icy cliffs, all join my Hymn.
Side 600 - Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall, And breathless darkness, and the narrow house, Make thee to shudder, and grow sick at heart — Go forth, under the open sky, and list To nature's teachings, while from all around — Earth and her waters, and the depths of air — Comes a still voice...