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... speak disparagingly of the literary talent of the South . He will revise his opinion when he has read Miss Rutherford's most admirable book . In the South alone she shows us that there are over thirty - five hundred writers . -Christian ...
... speak disparagingly of the literary talent of the South . He will revise his opinion when he has read Miss Rutherford's most admirable book . In the South alone she shows us that there are over thirty - five hundred writers . -Christian ...
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... speaking a Roman or Celtic language . The man who first gave a decided impulse to Anglo - Saxon litera- ture was Pope Gregory the Great , and it dates from the day that he called the beautiful captive youths " Angels , not Angles . " At ...
... speaking a Roman or Celtic language . The man who first gave a decided impulse to Anglo - Saxon litera- ture was Pope Gregory the Great , and it dates from the day that he called the beautiful captive youths " Angels , not Angles . " At ...
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... his thoughts into French his class of readers was limited to those speaking French , and the greater part of the people could not read it . The Normans had such a contempt for the language of 14 HISTORY OF ENGLISH LITERATURE .
... his thoughts into French his class of readers was limited to those speaking French , and the greater part of the people could not read it . The Normans had such a contempt for the language of 14 HISTORY OF ENGLISH LITERATURE .
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... speak it . The Normans were compelled to learn English , in or- der to communicate with their Saxon serfs . Then a Norman king , Henry I. , married a Saxon wife , Matilda Atheling . He was obliged to learn to speak the lan- guage of his ...
... speak it . The Normans were compelled to learn English , in or- der to communicate with their Saxon serfs . Then a Norman king , Henry I. , married a Saxon wife , Matilda Atheling . He was obliged to learn to speak the lan- guage of his ...
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... me ; And all this shall be done in thy presence : I will not speak out of thine audience . "。" Griselde , " he said . " Ye shall well understand , It liketh to your father and to me That I you wed ; and eke it may so CHAUCER . 27.
... me ; And all this shall be done in thy presence : I will not speak out of thine audience . "。" Griselde , " he said . " Ye shall well understand , It liketh to your father and to me That I you wed ; and eke it may so CHAUCER . 27.
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Page 233 - 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 219 - Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear : Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village- Hampden, that, with dauntless breast, The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood. Th...
Page 607 - And his low head and crest, just one sharp ear bent back For my voice, and the other pricked out on his track; And one eye's black intelligence, — ever that glance O'er its white edge at me, his own master, askance! And the thick heavy spume-flakes which aye and anon His fierce lips shook upwards in galloping on. By Hasselt, Dirck groaned; and cried Joris "Stay spur! Your Roos galloped bravely, the fault's not in her, We'll remember at Aix...
Page 497 - O sweeter than the marriage-feast, 'Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company! — To walk together to the kirk, And all together...
Page 81 - If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottages princes' palaces. It is a good divine that follows his own instructions: I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done, than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching.
Page 218 - Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds ; Save that, from yonder ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does to the moon complain Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign.
Page 423 - I have been young, and now am old; yet have I not seen the righteous forsaken, nor his seed begging bread.
Page 497 - It raised my hair, it fanned my cheek Like a meadow-gale of spring — It mingled strangely with my fears, Yet it felt like a welcoming. Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, Yet she sailed softly too: Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze — On me alone it blew.
Page 301 - His long red cloak, well brush'd and neat, He manfully did throw. Now see him mounted once again Upon his nimble steed, Full slowly pacing o'er the stones With caution and good heed ! But, finding soon a smoother road Beneath his well-shod feet, The snorting beast began to trot, Which galled him in his seat. So, Fair and softly...
Page 496 - A wicked whisper came, and made My heart as dry as dust. I closed my lids, and kept them close, And the balls like pulses beat ; For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky, Lay like a load on my weary eye, And the dead were at my feet.