A Manual of English Literature, and of the History of the English Language, from the Norman Conquest; with Numerous SpecimensGriffin,, 1863 - 536 من الصفحات |
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... respect and gratitude of posterity . All that we have written by Bede is in the Latin language . He was born some time between the years 672 and 677 , at Jarrow , a village near the mouth of the Tyne , in the county of Durham , and was ...
... respect and gratitude of posterity . All that we have written by Bede is in the Latin language . He was born some time between the years 672 and 677 , at Jarrow , a village near the mouth of the Tyne , in the county of Durham , and was ...
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... respect of language , more nearly akin to the Dutch and the Flemings than we are to the Germans . It may even be doubted if the English language ought not to be regarded as having more of a Scandinavian than of a purely Germanic ...
... respect of language , more nearly akin to the Dutch and the Flemings than we are to the Germans . It may even be doubted if the English language ought not to be regarded as having more of a Scandinavian than of a purely Germanic ...
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... respects . It was an unmixed language ; and it was what is called a synthetic , in contradistinction to an analytic , language . Its vocables were all of one stock or lineage ; and it expressed the relations of nouns and verbs , not by ...
... respects . It was an unmixed language ; and it was what is called a synthetic , in contradistinction to an analytic , language . Its vocables were all of one stock or lineage ; and it expressed the relations of nouns and verbs , not by ...
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... respect of everything else appertaining to the soul of the language , our understanding of it is about equally imperfect . The consequence is , that , although it can be translated , it cannot be written . The late Mr. Conybeare ...
... respect of everything else appertaining to the soul of the language , our understanding of it is about equally imperfect . The consequence is , that , although it can be translated , it cannot be written . The late Mr. Conybeare ...
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... respect to England , as he had been wont to take that of the Bastard with reference to his ancestral Normandy , William , as has been often explained , probably meant nothing more than that he had acquired his English sovereignty for ...
... respect to England , as he had been wont to take that of the Bastard with reference to his ancestral Normandy , William , as has been often explained , probably meant nothing more than that he had acquired his English sovereignty for ...
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الصفحة 499 - 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. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
الصفحة 436 - I would not trust my heart ; — the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might — But no : — what here we call our life is such, So little to be loved, and thou so much, That I should ill requite thee to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds again.
الصفحة 503 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Clustered around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
الصفحة 503 - Fade, far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
الصفحة 504 - Forlorn ! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self ! Adieu ! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu ! adieu ! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades : Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — do I wake or sleep?
الصفحة 436 - Shoots into port at some well-havened isle, Where spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods, that show Her beauteous form reflected clear below, While airs impregnated with incense play Around her, fanning light her streamers gay; — So thou, with sails how swift! hast reached the shore " Where tempests never beat nor billows roar," And thy loved consort on the dangerous tide Of life long since has anchored by thy side.
الصفحة 499 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there.
الصفحة 434 - With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine — thy own sweet smile I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me ; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, " Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away!
الصفحة 314 - I am now indebted, as being a work not to be raised from the heat of youth or the vapours of wine, like that which flows at waste from the pen of some vulgar amorist or the trencher fury of a rhyming parasite, nor to be obtained by the invocation of Dame Memory and her siren daughters, but by devout prayer to that eternal Spirit who can enrich with all utterance and knowledge, and...
الصفحة 464 - My eyes are dim with childish tears, My heart is idly stirred, For the same sound is in my ears Which in those days I heard. " Thus fares it still in our decay : And yet the wiser mind Mourns less for what age takes away Than what it leaves behind.