Outlines of English and American LiteratureGinn, 1917 - 557 pages |
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... hero - worship but to present the man exactly as he was ; a review of his chief works , which is intended chiefly as a guide to the best read- ing ; and a critical estimate or appreciation of his writings based partly upon first - hand ...
... hero - worship but to present the man exactly as he was ; a review of his chief works , which is intended chiefly as a guide to the best read- ing ; and a critical estimate or appreciation of his writings based partly upon first - hand ...
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... hero's lips there fell A wonder - tale , well told . Beowulf , line 2017 ( a free rendering ) In its beginnings English literature is like a river , which proceeds not from a single wellhead but from many springs , each sending forth ...
... hero's lips there fell A wonder - tale , well told . Beowulf , line 2017 ( a free rendering ) In its beginnings English literature is like a river , which proceeds not from a single wellhead but from many springs , each sending forth ...
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... poem , called after its hero Beowulf , is more than myth or legend , more even than history ; it is a picture of a life and a world that once had real existence . Of that vanished life , that world of ancient Englishmen ,
... poem , called after its hero Beowulf , is more than myth or legend , more even than history ; it is a picture of a life and a world that once had real existence . Of that vanished life , that world of ancient Englishmen ,
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... heroes , " but in one night the joy was changed to mourning . Out on the lonely fens dwelt the jotun ( giant or ... hero . Again is the feast spread in Heorot ; once more is heard the song of glee- men , the joyous sound of warriors ...
... heroes , " but in one night the joy was changed to mourning . Out on the lonely fens dwelt the jotun ( giant or ... hero . Again is the feast spread in Heorot ; once more is heard the song of glee- men , the joyous sound of warriors ...
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... hero with him , a wide wound opens on his shoulder ; the sinews snap , and with a mighty wrench Beowulf tears off the whole limb . While Grendel rushes howling across the fens , Beowulf hangs the grisly arm with its iron claws , " the ...
... hero with him , a wide wound opens on his shoulder ; the sinews snap , and with a mighty wrench Beowulf tears off the whole limb . While Grendel rushes howling across the fens , Beowulf hangs the grisly arm with its iron claws , " the ...
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Page 264 - And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O sea! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
Page 122 - The isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices That, if I then had wak'd after long sleep, Will make me sleep again ; and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that, when I wak'd, I cried to dream again.
Page 127 - Is this the region, this the soil, the clime," Said then the lost Archangel, " this the seat That we must change for Heaven? — this mournful gloom For that celestial light ? Be...
Page 170 - 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.
Page 409 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore...
Page 57 - I never heard the old song of Percy and Douglas that I found not my heart moved more than with a trumpet...
Page 207 - Inspired repulsed battalions to engage, And taught the doubtful battle where to rage. So when an angel by divine command With rising tempests shakes a guilty land, Such as of late o'er pale Britannia past, Calm and serene he drives the furious blast ; And, pleased the Almighty's orders to perform, Rides in the whirlwind, and directs the storm.
Page 138 - To move, but doth if th' other do. And though it in the center sit, Yet when the .other far doth roam, It leans and hearkens after it, And grows erect as that comes home. Such wilt thou be to me, who must, Like th' other foot, obliquely run: Thy firmness makes my circle just, And makes me end where I begun.
Page 207 - It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity; The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the Sea: Listen!
Page 63 - And portance in my travel's history; Wherein of antres vast, and deserts idle, Rough quarries, rocks, and hills whose heads touch heaven, It was my hint to speak, — such was the process; And of the Cannibals that each other eat, The Anthropophagi, and men whose heads Do grow beneath their shoulders.