English LiteratureScott, Foresman, 1905 - 452 pages A textbook for English Literature covering the Old, Middle, and Modern English Periods. Also contains notes and chronology charts on both principal and minor authors. |
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... close of the period of literary activity in Northumbria . * * Not till near the time of Dunbar , in 1500 , does this North English dialect rise again to literary importance . ( See chapter VI . , and Appendix . ) Then , and ...
... close of the period of literary activity in Northumbria . * * Not till near the time of Dunbar , in 1500 , does this North English dialect rise again to literary importance . ( See chapter VI . , and Appendix . ) Then , and ...
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... close of the twelfth century passed the darkest period of the eclipse of native English literature , though a cen- tury and a half were yet to elapse before it emerged into anything like brilliance . The spoken language itself had at no ...
... close of the twelfth century passed the darkest period of the eclipse of native English literature , though a cen- tury and a half were yet to elapse before it emerged into anything like brilliance . The spoken language itself had at no ...
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... close contact with the poverty and oppres- sion and sorrows and virtues of the people , his eyes and heart were not shut to them . Read the Clerk's Tale of the village maiden , Griselda , for a picture of virtue fostered among the lowly ...
... close contact with the poverty and oppres- sion and sorrows and virtues of the people , his eyes and heart were not shut to them . Read the Clerk's Tale of the village maiden , Griselda , for a picture of virtue fostered among the lowly ...
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... close in darkness . Immeasurably sad is the story of the wounded king's passing , told with scarcely any more effort than the merest episode in the long chronicle : " But I may not stand , my head works so . Ah , Sir Launcelot , said ...
... close in darkness . Immeasurably sad is the story of the wounded king's passing , told with scarcely any more effort than the merest episode in the long chronicle : " But I may not stand , my head works so . Ah , Sir Launcelot , said ...
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... close such an array of various and harmonized virtues as sets this series apart and supreme . His The precise chronology of Shakespeare's plays will never be determined . Elizabethan plays were written for acting , not for publication ...
... close such an array of various and harmonized virtues as sets this series apart and supreme . His The precise chronology of Shakespeare's plays will never be determined . Elizabethan plays were written for acting , not for publication ...
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Page 251 - I am the daughter of Earth and Water, And the nursling of the Sky ; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again.
Page 124 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Page 107 - When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries And look upon myself and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope...
Page 246 - I live not in myself, but I become Portion of that around me; and to me, High mountains are a feeling, but the hum Of human cities torture...
Page 250 - To suffer woes which hope thinks infinite ; To forgive wrongs darker than death or night ; To defy power which seems omnipotent ; To love and bear ; to hope till hope creates From its own wreck the thing it contemplates...
Page 373 - When the hounds of spring are on winter's traces, The mother of months in meadow or plain Fills the shadows and windy places With lisp of leaves and ripple of rain ; And the brown bright nightingale amorous Is half assuaged for Itylus, For the Thracian ships and the foreign faces, The tongueless vigil, and all the pain.
Page 393 - For unto every one that hath shall be given, and he shall have abundance: but from him that hath not shall be taken away even that which he hath. 30 And cast ye the unprofitable servant into outer darkness: there shall be weeping and gnashing of teeth.
Page 382 - REQUIEM UNDER the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie. Glad did I live and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be ; Home is the sailor, home from sea, And the hunter home from the hill.
Page 393 - His Lord answered and said unto him, Thou wicked and slothful servant, thou knewest that I reap where I sowed not, and gather where I have not strawed ; thou oughtest therefore to have put my money to the exchangers, and then at my coming I should have received mine own with usury.
Page 246 - Yet must I think less wildly : — I have thought Too long and darkly, till my brain became, In its own eddy boiling and o'erwrought, A whirling gulf of phantasy and flame : And thus, untaught in youth my heart to tame, My springs of life were poison'd.