From Chaucer to Tennyson: With Twenty-nine Portraits and Selections from Thirty AuthorsMacmillan, 1899 - 325 strán (strany) |
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... hands , too , was almost all the science of the day ; their medicine , botany , and astronomy displaced the old nomenclature of leechdom , wort - cunning , and star - craft . And , finally , the translators of French poems often found ...
... hands , too , was almost all the science of the day ; their medicine , botany , and astronomy displaced the old nomenclature of leechdom , wort - cunning , and star - craft . And , finally , the translators of French poems often found ...
Strana 12
... hands of Chaucer and his contempo- raries , but it was the literature of a nation cut off from its own past by three centuries of foreign rule . Continuity of the national literature the Conquest . The Anglo - Saxon Chronicle . The most ...
... hands of Chaucer and his contempo- raries , but it was the literature of a nation cut off from its own past by three centuries of foreign rule . Continuity of the national literature the Conquest . The Anglo - Saxon Chronicle . The most ...
Strana 14
... hands of these the true history of the Saxon times was overlaid with an ever - increasing mass of fable and legend . All real knowledge of the period dwindled away until in Capgraves's " Chronicle of England , " written in prose in 1463 ...
... hands of these the true history of the Saxon times was overlaid with an ever - increasing mass of fable and legend . All real knowledge of the period dwindled away until in Capgraves's " Chronicle of England , " written in prose in 1463 ...
Strana 18
... hands into something like fulness . He tells of the enchantments of Merlin , the wizard ; of the unfaithfulness of Arthur's queen , Guenever , and the treachery of his nephew , Modred . His narration of the last great battle between ...
... hands into something like fulness . He tells of the enchantments of Merlin , the wizard ; of the unfaithfulness of Arthur's queen , Guenever , and the treachery of his nephew , Modred . His narration of the last great battle between ...
Strana 30
... hand- ling rather than a translation of Boccaccio's " Filo- strato . " In all of these there are passages of great beauty and force . Had Chaucer written nothing else , he would still have been remembered as the most accom- plished ...
... hand- ling rather than a translation of Boccaccio's " Filo- strato . " In all of these there are passages of great beauty and force . Had Chaucer written nothing else , he would still have been remembered as the most accom- plished ...
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Strana 293 - Heaven lies about us in our infancy. Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing boy; But he beholds the light and whence it flows, He sees it in his joy. The youth who daily farther from the East Must travel, still is Nature's priest, And, by the vision splendid, Is on his way attended. At length the man perceives it die away And fade into the light of common day.
Strana 285 - It is now sixteen or seventeen years since I saw the queen of France, then the dauphiness, at Versailles; and surely never lighted on this orb, which she hardly seemed to touch, a more delightful vision.
Strana 270 - And bring all Heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew ; Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
Strana 278 - Peace to all such! But were there one whose fires True genius kindles, and fair fame inspires; Blest with each talent and each art to please. And born to write, converse, and live with ease: Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne; View him with scornful, yev with jealous eyes.
Strana 284 - At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorned the venerable place; Truth from his lips prevailed with double sway, And fools, who came to scoff, remained to pray.
Strana 272 - Thus with the year Seasons return; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine...
Strana 297 - BREATHES there the man with soul so dead Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand...
Strana 100 - What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid! Heard words that have been So nimble and so full of subtle flame As if that every one from whence they came Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest, And had resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life.
Strana 286 - I thought ten thousand swords must have leaped from their scabbards to avenge even a look that threatened her with insult. But the age of chivalry is gone. That of sophisters, economists, and calculators, has succeeded ; and the glory of Europe is extinguished for ever.
Strana 304 - Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel, Is emptied of this folk, this pious morn? And, little town, thy streets for evermore Will silent be ; and not a soul to tell Why thou art desolate, can e'er return.