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... forces of the world , molding character and manners in common with the other great social forces , and not merely an art product , though its appeal is largely to the æsthetic Hence its connection with historical and social study ...
... forces of the world , molding character and manners in common with the other great social forces , and not merely an art product , though its appeal is largely to the æsthetic Hence its connection with historical and social study ...
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... force than for orna- mentation . Its great book is the English Bible . When we find anything delicately graceful , gay , or fanciful in English literature , we may discern some trace of the original Celtic race impulse ; when we find ...
... force than for orna- mentation . Its great book is the English Bible . When we find anything delicately graceful , gay , or fanciful in English literature , we may discern some trace of the original Celtic race impulse ; when we find ...
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... force and emphasis . In the " Finnesburg Fight , " of which we have but a few verses , Fin , the Frisian prince , sees a gleam of light in his hall , fired by the Danes at night . This passage is rendered by Miss E. W. Washburn as ...
... force and emphasis . In the " Finnesburg Fight , " of which we have but a few verses , Fin , the Frisian prince , sees a gleam of light in his hall , fired by the Danes at night . This passage is rendered by Miss E. W. Washburn as ...
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... force . The " call " of Cædmon is told by Bede . Though well advanced in years , Cædmon had learned nothing of the art of verse , the alliterative jingle so common among his fellows , " wherefore being sometimes at feasts , when all ...
... force . The " call " of Cædmon is told by Bede . Though well advanced in years , Cædmon had learned nothing of the art of verse , the alliterative jingle so common among his fellows , " wherefore being sometimes at feasts , when all ...
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... force of the Anglo - Saxon mind . Anglo - Saxon prose is of greater bulk than is Anglo- Saxon poetry . This is largely due to King Alfred , who translated or caused to be translated the " Con- Anglo - Saxon solations of Boëthius , " the ...
... force of the Anglo - Saxon mind . Anglo - Saxon prose is of greater bulk than is Anglo- Saxon poetry . This is largely due to King Alfred , who translated or caused to be translated the " Con- Anglo - Saxon solations of Boëthius , " the ...
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Page 469 - TO A WATERFOWL Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Page 338 - What thou art we know not ; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody.
Page 324 - It ceased ; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Page 213 - CYRIAC, this three years' day, these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot ; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman.
Page 341 - He has outsoared the shadow of our night; Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again...
Page 170 - QUEEN and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair, State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess excellently bright. Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose; Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess excellently bright.
Page 199 - 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. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired : Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die ! that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee, — How...
Page 339 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain ? What fields, or waves, or mountains ? What shapes of sky or plain ? What love of thine own kind ? what ignorance of pain ? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovest — but ne'e* knew love's sad satiety.
Page 215 - Thus with the year Seasons return ; but not to me returns . Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine...
Page 341 - Peace, peace ! he is not dead, he doth not sleep — He hath awakened from the dream of life — 'Tis we, who, lost in stormy visions, keep With phantoms an unprofitable strife, And in mad trance strike with our spirit's knife Invulnerable nothings.