Outlines of English Literature: With ReadingsGinn, 1925 - 441 pages |
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... Lost or Divine Comedy ; it is a familiar little poem of a dozen lines , beginning " The Lord is my Shepherd . " It is obvious that great literature , which appeals to all classes of men and to all times , cannot go far afield for rare ...
... Lost or Divine Comedy ; it is a familiar little poem of a dozen lines , beginning " The Lord is my Shepherd . " It is obvious that great literature , which appeals to all classes of men and to all times , cannot go far afield for rare ...
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... lost earl , the hero says simply : Wise chief , sorrow not . For a man it is meet His friend to avenge , not to mourn for his loss ; For death comes to all , but honor endures : Let him win it who will , ere Wyrd to him calls , And fame ...
... lost earl , the hero says simply : Wise chief , sorrow not . For a man it is meet His friend to avenge , not to mourn for his loss ; For death comes to all , but honor endures : Let him win it who will , ere Wyrd to him calls , And fame ...
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... lost his place beside his chief , is a true lyric ; that is , a poem which reflects the author's feel- ing rather than the deed of another man . In his grief the scop comforts himself by recalling the afflictions of various heroes , and ...
... lost his place beside his chief , is a true lyric ; that is , a poem which reflects the author's feel- ing rather than the deed of another man . In his grief the scop comforts himself by recalling the afflictions of various heroes , and ...
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... Lost ) have won for Cadmon his designation as the Milton of the Anglo - Saxon period.1 Cynewulf ( Eighth Century ) . There is a variety of poems belonging to the Cynewulf Cycle , and of some of these Cynewulf ( born cir . 750 ) was ...
... Lost ) have won for Cadmon his designation as the Milton of the Anglo - Saxon period.1 Cynewulf ( Eighth Century ) . There is a variety of poems belonging to the Cynewulf Cycle , and of some of these Cynewulf ( born cir . 750 ) was ...
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... lost both their wealth and their wis- dom , because we would not incline our hearts to their example . ' When I remember this , I marvel that good and wise men who were formerly in England , and who had learned these books , did not ...
... lost both their wealth and their wis- dom , because we would not incline our hearts to their example . ' When I remember this , I marvel that good and wise men who were formerly in England , and who had learned these books , did not ...
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Page 126 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn. Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Page 169 - 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 278 - The Sea of Faith Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furl'd. But now I only hear Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, Retreating, to the breath Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world.
Page 250 - O love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or river; Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying.
Page 122 - Mortals, that would follow me, Love virtue; she alone is free. She can teach ye how to climb Higher than the sphery chime; Or, if Virtue feeble were, Heaven itself would stoop to her.
Page 250 - Thou wilt not leave us in the -dust: Thou madest man, he knows not why, He thinks he was not made to die; And thou hast made him : thou art just. Thou seemest human and divine, The highest, holiest manhood, thou : Our wills are ours, we know not how; Our wills are ours, to make them thine.
Page 60 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of...
Page 171 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, — we feel that it is there. All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed.
Page 253 - for Aix is in sight!" "How they'll greet us!" — and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets
Page 75 - Yet be it less or more, or soon or slow, It shall be still in strictest measure even To that same lot, however mean or high, Toward which Time leads me, and the will of Heaven ; All is, if I have grace to use it so, As ever in my great Task-Master's eye.