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... Queen Victoria's days found themselves more at home writing these than making plays . With this very short and sketchy general outline of the growth of English Literature we must be content , and turn to the literature itself , dealing ...
... Queen Victoria's days found themselves more at home writing these than making plays . With this very short and sketchy general outline of the growth of English Literature we must be content , and turn to the literature itself , dealing ...
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... Queen , had handed round the mead - cup- Suddenly , Healfdene's son his evening rest Would seek . Slyly , the poet suggests that Hrothgar was not wholly unmindful of the danger of staying too late in that fiend - ravaged hall , when ...
... Queen , had handed round the mead - cup- Suddenly , Healfdene's son his evening rest Would seek . Slyly , the poet suggests that Hrothgar was not wholly unmindful of the danger of staying too late in that fiend - ravaged hall , when ...
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... Queen , bestowed a rich and beautiful collar and mantle . After the feast , Hrothgar , as before , retired , leaving the Goth warriors to sleep in the Danes ' hall , though Beowulf , after receiving his costly gifts , slept elsewhere ...
... Queen , bestowed a rich and beautiful collar and mantle . After the feast , Hrothgar , as before , retired , leaving the Goth warriors to sleep in the Danes ' hall , though Beowulf , after receiving his costly gifts , slept elsewhere ...
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... Queen of Ulster , who afterwards took as her consort Ailill . The story of the Táin centres round the struggle for a famous bull , for which Medb and Cuchulain strove . Cuchulain was the son of Lug , the Irish Sun - god , and ...
... Queen of Ulster , who afterwards took as her consort Ailill . The story of the Táin centres round the struggle for a famous bull , for which Medb and Cuchulain strove . Cuchulain was the son of Lug , the Irish Sun - god , and ...
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... Queen wasted few words : " There is no need to polish knots over such affairs as that , macRoth ; for it was known that if the Brown Bull of Cualnge would not be given with their will , he would be taken in their despite , and taken he ...
... Queen wasted few words : " There is no need to polish knots over such affairs as that , macRoth ; for it was known that if the Brown Bull of Cualnge would not be given with their will , he would be taken in their despite , and taken he ...
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Page 98 - REAPER. BEHOLD her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass ! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass ! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen ! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
Page 89 - In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire? And what shoulder, and what art, Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
Page 78 - O eloquent, just, and mighty Death! whom none could advise, thou hast persuaded; what none hath dared, thou hast done; and whom all the world hath flattered, thou only hast cast out of the world and despised: thou hast drawn together all the far-stretched greatness, all the pride, cruelty, and ambition of man, and covered it all over with these two narrow words, Hie jacet.
Page 62 - 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. Lay thy bow of pearl apart And thy crystal-shining quiver; Give unto the flying hart Space to breathe, how short soever: Thou that mak'st...
Page 61 - When daffodils begin to peer, With heigh ! the doxy over the dale, Why then comes in the sweet o' the year ; For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale. The white sheet bleaching on the hedge, With heigh ! the sweet birds, O, how they sing ! Doth set my pugging tooth on edge ; For a quart of ale is a dish for a king. The lark that tirra-lirra...
Page 40 - Hurled headlong flaming from th' ethereal sky, With hideous ruin and combustion, down To bottomless perdition, there to dwell In adamantine chains and penal fire, Who durst defy th
Page 60 - With coral clasps and amber studs ; And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love.
Page 283 - I WILL arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made: Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honey bee, And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
Page 282 - And because the breath of flowers is far sweeter in the air (where it comes and goes, like the warbling of music,) than in the hand, therefore nothing is more fit for that delight, than to know what be the flowers and plants that do best perfume the air.
Page 268 - Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades, and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks; Throw hither all your quaint enamell'd eyes, That on the green turf suck the honied showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.