On the Study of Celtic LiteratureSmith, Elder, 1867 - 181 sider |
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Side xii
... never to dream of employing these influences upon a race he wants to fuse with himself . He employs simply material interests for his work of fusion ; and , beyond these , nothing except scorn and rebuke . Accordingly there is no vital ...
... never to dream of employing these influences upon a race he wants to fuse with himself . He employs simply material interests for his work of fusion ; and , beyond these , nothing except scorn and rebuke . Accordingly there is no vital ...
Side xiv
... never have stopped gnashing their teeth and rending their garments till the prohibition was re- scinded . What a pity our strong sense and sturdy morality fail to perceive that words like those of the Times create a far keener sense of ...
... never have stopped gnashing their teeth and rending their garments till the prohibition was re- scinded . What a pity our strong sense and sturdy morality fail to perceive that words like those of the Times create a far keener sense of ...
Side xv
... never treats German music and poetry as mischievous lumber , nor tells the Bretons that the sooner all Breton specialities disappear from the face of the earth the better . Accordingly , the Bretons and Alsatians have come to feel ...
... never treats German music and poetry as mischievous lumber , nor tells the Bretons that the sooner all Breton specialities disappear from the face of the earth the better . Accordingly , the Bretons and Alsatians have come to feel ...
Side 1
... never contemplate any- thing else . But , putting aside the charm of the Liverpool steam - boats , perhaps the view , on this side , a little dissatisfies one after a while ; the horizon wants mystery , the sea wants beauty , the I.
... never contemplate any- thing else . But , putting aside the charm of the Liverpool steam - boats , perhaps the view , on this side , a little dissatisfies one after a while ; the horizon wants mystery , the sea wants beauty , the I.
Side 3
... tellus . As I walked up and down , last August year , looking at the waves as they washed this Sigeian land which has never had its Homer , and listening with curiosity to the strange , unfamiliar speech of its I 2 ( 3 )
... tellus . As I walked up and down , last August year , looking at the waves as they washed this Sigeian land which has never had its Homer , and listening with curiosity to the strange , unfamiliar speech of its I 2 ( 3 )
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Side 168 - The moon shines bright : — In such a night as this, When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees, And they did make no noise ; in such a night, Troilus, methinks, mounted the Trojan walls, And sigh'd his soul toward the Grecian tents, Where Cressid lay that night.
Side 157 - What though the field be lost? All is not lost; the unconquerable will, And study of revenge, immortal hate, And courage never to submit or yield: And what is else not to be overcome?
Side 167 - I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where ox-lips and the nodding violet grows ; Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine...
Side 168 - These are the forgeries of jealousy: And never, since the middle summer's spring, Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead, By paved fountain or by rushy brook, Or in the beached margent of the sea, To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind, But with thy brawls thou hast disturb'd our sport.
Side 156 - My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone! The fire that on my bosom preys, Is lone as some volcanic isle; No torch is kindled at its blaze — A funeral pile!
Side 168 - In such a night Did Thisbe fearfully o'ertrip the dew, And saw the lion's shadow ere himself, And ran dismay'd away. LOR. In such a night Stood Dido with a willow in her hand Upon the wild sea-banks, and waft her love To come again to Carthage.
Side 104 - The Celt has not produced great poetical works, he has only produced poetry with an air of greatness investing it all, and sometimes giving, moreover, to short pieces, or to passages, lines, and snatches of long pieces, singular beauty and power.
Side 160 - More yellow was her head than the flower of the broom, and her skin was whiter than the foam of the wave, and fairer were her hands and her fingers than the blossoms of the wood anemone amidst the spray of the meadow fountain.
Side 56 - And the Salmon took Arthur's messengers on his shoulders up to the wall of the prison in Gloucester, and they delivered Mabon. Nothing could better give that sense of primitive and...
Side 136 - Es bildet ein Talent sich in der Stille, Sich ein Character in dem Strom der Welt.