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... Beloved Daughter , IN TENDER AND GRATEFUL ACKNOWLEDGMENT OF ALL HER HELPFUL AND INTELLIGENT SYMPATHY WITH MY BEST INTELLECTUAL ENDEAVOR , MARY ISABEL BROOKS , DIED MARCH 4 , 1883 . TIBKVKA MEM AOBK PREFACE . IN the hope that a.
... Beloved Daughter , IN TENDER AND GRATEFUL ACKNOWLEDGMENT OF ALL HER HELPFUL AND INTELLIGENT SYMPATHY WITH MY BEST INTELLECTUAL ENDEAVOR , MARY ISABEL BROOKS , DIED MARCH 4 , 1883 . TIBKVKA MEM AOBK PREFACE . IN the hope that a.
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... died about 680 . Cædmon was , like Burns , a poet of Nature's own mak- ing . The circumstances under which his talents were first developed are thus related : He was , says the historian , so much less instructed than most of his equals ...
... died about 680 . Cædmon was , like Burns , a poet of Nature's own mak- ing . The circumstances under which his talents were first developed are thus related : He was , says the historian , so much less instructed than most of his equals ...
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... died at fifty - three . Many of his trans- lations have come down to us , and he has , it is supposed , executed many that are now lost . It is recorded of King Alfred that he devoted no less than the eighth part of his whole revenue to ...
... died at fifty - three . Many of his trans- lations have come down to us , and he has , it is supposed , executed many that are now lost . It is recorded of King Alfred that he devoted no less than the eighth part of his whole revenue to ...
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... died , after a glorious reign of thirty years . " Alfred the king , " he says , quaintly prefacing his " Metres , " " was translator of this book , and turned it from book - latin into English , as he most clearly and plainly could amid ...
... died , after a glorious reign of thirty years . " Alfred the king , " he says , quaintly prefacing his " Metres , " " was translator of this book , and turned it from book - latin into English , as he most clearly and plainly could amid ...
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... died in London , and was buried in Westminster Abbey , the first of that illustrious file of poets whose ashes consecrate and enrich the sacred edifice . The char- acter of Chaucer , which may be seen in his works , is thus faithfully ...
... died in London , and was buried in Westminster Abbey , the first of that illustrious file of poets whose ashes consecrate and enrich the sacred edifice . The char- acter of Chaucer , which may be seen in his works , is thus faithfully ...
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Page 159 - Going to the Wars TELL me not, Sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast, and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True; a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such, As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Page 247 - 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 191 - Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment? Sure something holy lodges in that breast, And with these raptures moves the vocal air To testify his hidden residence. How sweetly did they float upon the wings Of silence, through the empty-vaulted night, At every fall smoothing the raven down Of darkness till it smiled...
Page 361 - Seemed to have known a better day; The harp, his sole remaining joy. Was carried by an orphan boy. The last of all the Bards was he. Who sung of Border chivalry: For, welladay!
Page 146 - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears ; and sometime voices, That, if I then had wak'd after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open, and show riches Ready to drop upon me ; that, when I wak'd, I cried to dream again.
Page 306 - The floating clouds their state shall lend To her; for her the willow bend; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the Storm Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form By silent sympathy. 'The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
Page 131 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill: But their strong nerves at last must yield; They tame but one another still: Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death.
Page 202 - Yet when I approach Her loveliness, so absolute she seems And in herself complete, so well to know Her own, that what she wills to do or say, Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best.
Page 171 - The thirsty earth soaks up the rain, And drinks, and gapes for drink again. The plants suck in the earth, and are With constant drinking fresh and fair.
Page 185 - I was confirmed in this opinion, that he who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things ought himself to be a true poem...