A Manual of English Literature, and of the History of the English Language, from the Norman Conquest; with Numerous SpecimensGriffin,, 1863 - 536 sider |
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Side vii
... England by the Normans ; Establishment of French as the courtly and literary language of the coun- try ; Commencement of the reduction of the ancient ver- nacular tongue to the condition of a patois , and of its conversion from a ...
... England by the Normans ; Establishment of French as the courtly and literary language of the coun- try ; Commencement of the reduction of the ancient ver- nacular tongue to the condition of a patois , and of its conversion from a ...
Side viii
... England ; 1558. Accession of Elizabeth ; Commencement of a new literary era , with the native language in sole dominion ; 1660. Restoration of the Stuarts ; Noonday of the Gallican age of English literature ; 1760. Accession of George ...
... England ; 1558. Accession of Elizabeth ; Commencement of a new literary era , with the native language in sole dominion ; 1660. Restoration of the Stuarts ; Noonday of the Gallican age of English literature ; 1760. Accession of George ...
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... England The Langue D'Oc and the Langue D'Oyl Vernacular Language and Literature : -A.D . 1066-1216 The Thirteenth and Fourteenth Centuries : -Ascendancy of the Scholastic Philosophy Mathematical and other Studies Universities and ...
... England The Langue D'Oc and the Langue D'Oyl Vernacular Language and Literature : -A.D . 1066-1216 The Thirteenth and Fourteenth Centuries : -Ascendancy of the Scholastic Philosophy Mathematical and other Studies Universities and ...
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... England Chaucer : -House of Fame ; Eagle's Address to Chaucer 39 29 " 2 Notice of Fire - arms Old Mechanical Artillery Canterbury Tales ; The Prioress ( from the Prologue ) PAGE 87 87 87 88 88 88 88 88 92 96 98 101 105 108 113 118 138 ...
... England Chaucer : -House of Fame ; Eagle's Address to Chaucer 39 29 " 2 Notice of Fire - arms Old Mechanical Artillery Canterbury Tales ; The Prioress ( from the Prologue ) PAGE 87 87 87 88 88 88 88 88 92 96 98 101 105 108 113 118 138 ...
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... England ; Old Man and his Ass 23 . 29 · " " :) Fall of Richard the Third . PAGE 182 • 183 • 185 · 204 • 234 • 241 241 Fair Rosamund and Queen Eleanor · 242 244 246 · • 248 250 256 290 290 293 Daniel : -Musophilus ; Defence of Poetry ...
... England ; Old Man and his Ass 23 . 29 · " " :) Fall of Richard the Third . PAGE 182 • 183 • 185 · 204 • 234 • 241 241 Fair Rosamund and Queen Eleanor · 242 244 246 · • 248 250 256 290 290 293 Daniel : -Musophilus ; Defence of Poetry ...
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Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 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?
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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!
Side 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...
Side 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.