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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... verse as verse remains not the less for our ears and hearts wholly voiceless . When it can be distinguished from prose at all it is only by certain marks or characteristics which may indeed be perceived by the eye , or counted on the ...
... verse as verse remains not the less for our ears and hearts wholly voiceless . When it can be distinguished from prose at all it is only by certain marks or characteristics which may indeed be perceived by the eye , or counted on the ...
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... were seldom actually read , or much expected to be read , but only listened to as they were recited * See Sir H. Spelman , Concilia ; ad an . 1116 .. or chanted ( for most of them were in verse 58 ENGLISH LITERATURE AND LANGUAGE .
... were seldom actually read , or much expected to be read , but only listened to as they were recited * See Sir H. Spelman , Concilia ; ad an . 1116 .. or chanted ( for most of them were in verse 58 ENGLISH LITERATURE AND LANGUAGE .
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... verse or in prose , has come down to us from beyond that century , nor is there reason to believe that it had been much earlier turned to account for literary purposes even in France itself . The great mass of the oldest French ...
... verse or in prose , has come down to us from beyond that century , nor is there reason to believe that it had been much earlier turned to account for literary purposes even in France itself . The great mass of the oldest French ...
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... verse , and by the application to it of the art of the grammarian . It already pos- sessed a literature considerable in volume , and embracing a variety of departments . It was not merely something floating upon men's breath , but had a ...
... verse , and by the application to it of the art of the grammarian . It already pos- sessed a literature considerable in volume , and embracing a variety of departments . It was not merely something floating upon men's breath , but had a ...
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... verse for the first two centuries after the Conquest have been enumerated by Sir Frederic Madden in a comprehensive ... verses ascribed to St. Godric , the hermit of Finchale , who died in 1170 [ Rits . Bibliogr . Poet . ] ; the few ...
... verse for the first two centuries after the Conquest have been enumerated by Sir Frederic Madden in a comprehensive ... verses ascribed to St. Godric , the hermit of Finchale , who died in 1170 [ Rits . Bibliogr . Poet . ] ; the few ...
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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.