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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... 200009130 TOUENS NATURE MAKES THE WHOL BY L. HERRIG . FIFTY - EIGHTH EDITION , REVISED AND IMPROVED . BRUNSWICK . PRINTED AND PUBLISHED BY GEORGE WESTERMANN . 1885 . 30055 PREFACE . Among the various means of instruction which. THE.
... 200009130 TOUENS NATURE MAKES THE WHOL BY L. HERRIG . FIFTY - EIGHTH EDITION , REVISED AND IMPROVED . BRUNSWICK . PRINTED AND PUBLISHED BY GEORGE WESTERMANN . 1885 . 30055 PREFACE . Among the various means of instruction which. THE.
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... publish a class - book of English national literature for the students . of our schools , in chronological order . By this method the gradual develop- ment of the English language and literature may be duly traced by the reader ; whilst ...
... publish a class - book of English national literature for the students . of our schools , in chronological order . By this method the gradual develop- ment of the English language and literature may be duly traced by the reader ; whilst ...
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... published Four by him at Amsterdam in 1655 . short poems are to be found in the Saxon Chronicle : the Brunanburh War - Song , a spirited lyric , composed to commemorate the victory of King Ethelstan and his brother Eadmund over the ...
... published Four by him at Amsterdam in 1655 . short poems are to be found in the Saxon Chronicle : the Brunanburh War - Song , a spirited lyric , composed to commemorate the victory of King Ethelstan and his brother Eadmund over the ...
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... published at Wittemberg in the year 1526 , and copies of it very soon reached England , where it produced a sen- sation , all the greater , because it was gen- erally known that Tyndale had translated out of the original Greek , whereas ...
... published at Wittemberg in the year 1526 , and copies of it very soon reached England , where it produced a sen- sation , all the greater , because it was gen- erally known that Tyndale had translated out of the original Greek , whereas ...
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... published the first English version of the whole Bible . The Wars of the Roses , which began with the battle of St. Albans ( May 22 , 1455 ) , and were only terminated by the marriage of Henry VII . with Elizabeth of York , left the ...
... published the first English version of the whole Bible . The Wars of the Roses , which began with the battle of St. Albans ( May 22 , 1455 ) , and were only terminated by the marriage of Henry VII . with Elizabeth of York , left the ...
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الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...