Familiar Talks on English Literature: A Manual Embracing the Great Epochs of English Literature from the English Conquest of Britain, 449, to the Death of Walter Scott, 1832 |
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... better ' t is for every man that he his friend avenge than that he greatly mourn ; each of us must an end await of this world's life ; let him who can , work high deeds ere death . " Beowulf then goes to the watery fens and attacks the ...
... better ' t is for every man that he his friend avenge than that he greatly mourn ; each of us must an end await of this world's life ; let him who can , work high deeds ere death . " Beowulf then goes to the watery fens and attacks the ...
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... better , doubtless , because he could sing , made the English welkin ring with the strains of the Song of Roland , which cele- brated the deeds of Charlemagne's heroes against Arabian foes . As the song rang gayly from the minstrel's ...
... better , doubtless , because he could sing , made the English welkin ring with the strains of the Song of Roland , which cele- brated the deeds of Charlemagne's heroes against Arabian foes . As the song rang gayly from the minstrel's ...
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... better fashion , and presented it , when done , to Queen Eleanor . And from the time of these three , Map , Gaimar , and Wace , to that of Alfred Tennyson , the names of Arthur and his knights are familiar to all readers of English ...
... better fashion , and presented it , when done , to Queen Eleanor . And from the time of these three , Map , Gaimar , and Wace , to that of Alfred Tennyson , the names of Arthur and his knights are familiar to all readers of English ...
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... better than hee , For he clave the pricke - wand . " A blessing upon thy hart , " he sayd , " Good fellowe , thy shooting is goode , For , an thy hart be as good as thy hand , Thou wert better than Robin Hoode . " Now tell me thy name ...
... better than hee , For he clave the pricke - wand . " A blessing upon thy hart , " he sayd , " Good fellowe , thy shooting is goode , For , an thy hart be as good as thy hand , Thou wert better than Robin Hoode . " Now tell me thy name ...
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... better keep the sacred lines in their memories if they were written in rhythm and in their spoken language . Another book of this period , written in English , was the Ancren Riwle , or Rule for Anchoresses , written by a bishop for ...
... better keep the sacred lines in their memories if they were written in rhythm and in their spoken language . Another book of this period , written in English , was the Ancren Riwle , or Rule for Anchoresses , written by a bishop for ...
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Page 131 - This royal throne of kings, this scepter'd isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise, This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war, This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall, Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands, This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England...
Page 366 - The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold ; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Page 167 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
Page 236 - 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...
Page 178 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise...
Page 367 - And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there roll'd 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.
Page 130 - And thus expiring do foretell of him : His rash fierce blaze of riot cannot last, For violent fires soon burn out themselves ; Small showers last long, but sudden storms are short ; He tires betimes that spurs too fast betimes ; With eager feeding food doth choke the feeder : Light vanity, insatiate cormorant, Consuming means, soon preys upon itself.
Page 345 - High instincts, before which our mortal nature Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised : But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing...
Page 302 - Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch, and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Page 177 - Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful jollity, Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides...