From Chaucer to Tennyson: With Twenty-nine Portraits and Selections from Thirty AuthorsFlood and Vincent, 1898 - 317 strán (strany) 1890. With selections from thirty authors. Contents: From the Conquest to Chaucer; From Chaucer to Spenser; The Age of Shakspere; The Age of Milton; From the Restoration to the Death of Pope; From the Death of Pope to the French Revolution; From the French Revolution to the Death of Scott; and From the Death of Scott to the Present Time. |
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Strana 10
... 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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Alfred Tennyson Arthur ballads Beaumont Beaumont and Fletcher beauty Ben Jonson blank verse Bleak House Byron Canterbury Tales Carlyle century character Chaucer Chronicle church classical Coleridge comedy couplet court Cowper death Dickens diction drama dramatists Dryden Elizabethan England English poetry English poets essays euphuism eyes Faerie Queene fashion Fletcher French genius George George Eliot Greek hath heart Henry hero heroic Homer humor John Johnson Julius Cæsar King Lady language Latin literary literature lived London Lord lyrical manner Milton modern nature never night novel Paradise Lost passages passion plays poem poet poetic poetry Pope prose published Puritan reader reign romance satire Scott Shakspere Shakspere's Shelley song sonnets soul Spenser spirit story Struldbrugs style sweet Tale taste Tennyson Thackeray thee things Thomas thou thought tion Tottel's Miscellany tragedy translation wild words Wordsworth writings written wrote young
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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 316 - ... Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Strana 133 - So spake the Seraph Abdiel, faithful found; Among the faithless faithful only he ; Among innumerable false unmoved. Unshaken, unseduced, unterrified, His loyalty he kept, his love, his zeal; Nor number nor example with him wrought To swerve from truth, or change his constant mind, Though single.
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 295 - It ceased ; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.