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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Side x
... observed , that a con- siderable number of Scandinavian words found their way into England before and during the reigns of the Danish kings from Swein to Hardicanute , but these , belonging as they did to the Teutonic stock , made ...
... observed , that a con- siderable number of Scandinavian words found their way into England before and during the reigns of the Danish kings from Swein to Hardicanute , but these , belonging as they did to the Teutonic stock , made ...
Side xv
... observation he is usually correct enough , sorewful ? And oon , whos name was Cleofas , but he was singularly credulous , and be- answerde and seyde , Thou thi silf art a pil- lieved every ridiculous story he heard , even grim in ...
... observation he is usually correct enough , sorewful ? And oon , whos name was Cleofas , but he was singularly credulous , and be- answerde and seyde , Thou thi silf art a pil- lieved every ridiculous story he heard , even grim in ...
Side xvii
... observed , Spenser has not restricted himself to the narrow sphere of vision of the actual shepherd's monotonous life , but has often made his rustic heroes discuss the political and religious topics of the day , following the example ...
... observed , Spenser has not restricted himself to the narrow sphere of vision of the actual shepherd's monotonous life , but has often made his rustic heroes discuss the political and religious topics of the day , following the example ...
Side xxiv
... observation . It is generally conceded , that these dra- matists shine more in comedy than in tra- gedy , and yet Rollo , the Maid's Tragedy , Bonduca , and the Two noble Kinsmen , are well written pieces . In the first , the char ...
... observation . It is generally conceded , that these dra- matists shine more in comedy than in tra- gedy , and yet Rollo , the Maid's Tragedy , Bonduca , and the Two noble Kinsmen , are well written pieces . In the first , the char ...
Side xxv
... observed an old bare - headed man , and taking off his own warm night - cap , which he still wore , he gave it to him , remarking that he himself required it no longer . On mounting the scaffold , he ex- amined the edge of the axe ...
... observed an old bare - headed man , and taking off his own warm night - cap , which he still wore , he gave it to him , remarking that he himself required it no longer . On mounting the scaffold , he ex- amined the edge of the axe ...
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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...