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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Page 78
... letters , new knowledge , new hopes , and new dreams . What all this meant to letters , how it broadened and human- ized them , may be imagined . It meant that a drama was once more possible which should be as wide as life and as deep ...
... letters , new knowledge , new hopes , and new dreams . What all this meant to letters , how it broadened and human- ized them , may be imagined . It meant that a drama was once more possible which should be as wide as life and as deep ...
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... letter , sets forth with rare discern- ment a kind of ideal curriculum for the education of youth . As the full scope of it , from grammar and arithmetic to architecture , navigation , fencing , and singing , gradually breaks on the ...
... letter , sets forth with rare discern- ment a kind of ideal curriculum for the education of youth . As the full scope of it , from grammar and arithmetic to architecture , navigation , fencing , and singing , gradually breaks on the ...
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... , in spite of the many attacks to which his political and religious verse subjected him , almost as much of an autocrat in London letters as Ben Jonson had been three quarters of a century before , or as Samuel Johnson DRYDEN 163.
... , in spite of the many attacks to which his political and religious verse subjected him , almost as much of an autocrat in London letters as Ben Jonson had been three quarters of a century before , or as Samuel Johnson DRYDEN 163.
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... letters . The satires of Juvenal and Persius , and the poems of Virgil , were thus translated . This was little more than very good hack - work . But better work , indeed the very flower of all followed . In the last year of his life he ...
... letters . The satires of Juvenal and Persius , and the poems of Virgil , were thus translated . This was little more than very good hack - work . But better work , indeed the very flower of all followed . In the last year of his life he ...
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... letters who to - day live more in their fame than in the popularity of their works . The number of his readers is small compared with the readers of Milton or Bunyan . Nevertheless his place in liter- ature is secure , and the character ...
... letters who to - day live more in their fame than in the popularity of their works . The number of his readers is small compared with the readers of Milton or Bunyan . Nevertheless his place in liter- ature is secure , and the character ...
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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.