British Classical Authors. Select Specimens of the National Literature of England and America, with Biographical Sketches and an Historical Outline of English Literature. Poetry and ProseGeorge Westermann, 1885 |
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... lost 76 Morning - hymn of Adam and Eve 88 L'Allegro 90 Il Penseroso 92 John Dryden . Reading THE AGE OF TRANSITION . II . PHILOSOPHICAL , HISTORICAL AND MISCELLANEOUS WRITERS . John Locke . Causes of weakness in Men's under- standing ...
... lost 76 Morning - hymn of Adam and Eve 88 L'Allegro 90 Il Penseroso 92 John Dryden . Reading THE AGE OF TRANSITION . II . PHILOSOPHICAL , HISTORICAL AND MISCELLANEOUS WRITERS . John Locke . Causes of weakness in Men's under- standing ...
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... lost not only their skill in wielding warlike weapons , but even their pristine valour , and when the still find a few common nouns , such as necessities of the Empire compelled the glen , mattock , and the syllable don or dun Roman ...
... lost not only their skill in wielding warlike weapons , but even their pristine valour , and when the still find a few common nouns , such as necessities of the Empire compelled the glen , mattock , and the syllable don or dun Roman ...
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... lost its synthetical character , and the vocabulary became vastly enlarged , chiefly by the reception of Norman - French words . III . Modern English , from about 1500 to the present time . The grammar now took a decided analytical form ...
... lost its synthetical character , and the vocabulary became vastly enlarged , chiefly by the reception of Norman - French words . III . Modern English , from about 1500 to the present time . The grammar now took a decided analytical form ...
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... lost its old pro- tector than at we The biting frost nipped his stalk dead , And watery wet weighed down his head . And heaped snow burdened him so sore , That now upright he can stand no more , And , being down , is trod in the dirt Of ...
... lost its old pro- tector than at we The biting frost nipped his stalk dead , And watery wet weighed down his head . And heaped snow burdened him so sore , That now upright he can stand no more , And , being down , is trod in the dirt Of ...
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... lost at sea . The work , however , as we have it , is very voluminous ; and as the subsequent adven- tures must have strongly resembled those recorded in the preceding books , Hallam was quite right in saying that we have no reason to ...
... lost at sea . The work , however , as we have it , is very voluminous ; and as the subsequent adven- tures must have strongly resembled those recorded in the preceding books , Hallam was quite right in saying that we have no reason to ...
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Page 273 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply: And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb Forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er...
Page 600 - Tis of the wave and not the rock; 'Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale ! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore. Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee.
Page 381 - All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and Heaven is overflowed.
Page 273 - E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, 'Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn...
Page 277 - Sweet smiling village, loveliest of the lawn, Thy sports are fled, and all thy charms withdrawn ; Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen, /And desolation saddens all thy green : One only master grasps the whole domain, , And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain...
Page 54 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Page 54 - Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause; What cause withholds you then to mourn for him ? O judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason! — Bear with me; My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar, And I must pause, till it come back to me.
Page 380 - And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there rolled 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 411 - Awake, my soul ! not only passive praise Thou owest ! not alone these swelling tears, Mute thanks and secret ecstasy ! Awake, Voice of sweet song ! Awake, my Heart, awake ! Green vales and icy cliffs, all join my Hymn.
Page 600 - Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall, And breathless darkness, and the narrow house, Make thee to shudder, and grow sick at heart — Go forth, under the open sky, and list To nature's teachings, while from all around — Earth and her waters, and the depths of air — Comes a still voice...