Studies in English and American LiteratureAinsworth, 1900 - 599 pages |
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... Poetry ... 10. The First Poet ... 30 166 31 166 31 166 SECTION II.- EARLIEST LITERATURE OF TEUTONIC Origin . 11. Recreations among the Teutons . 12. Beowulf 36 166 36 166 CHAPTER THREE . From Cædmon to Chaucer . SECTION I. [ 7 ]
... Poetry ... 10. The First Poet ... 30 166 31 166 31 166 SECTION II.- EARLIEST LITERATURE OF TEUTONIC Origin . 11. Recreations among the Teutons . 12. Beowulf 36 166 36 166 CHAPTER THREE . From Cædmon to Chaucer . SECTION I. [ 7 ]
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... Poetry , J. R. Lowell .. 250 521 Effects of Religion in Old Age and Adversity , W. Wilberforce ... 253 522 The Statute - book not Necessary toward Christianity , Dr. Chalmers ... 254 522 Inefficacy of Mere Moral Preaching , Idem . 255 ...
... Poetry , J. R. Lowell .. 250 521 Effects of Religion in Old Age and Adversity , W. Wilberforce ... 253 522 The Statute - book not Necessary toward Christianity , Dr. Chalmers ... 254 522 Inefficacy of Mere Moral Preaching , Idem . 255 ...
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... Poetry . There were a number of Keltic bards who wrote poetic descriptions of battles , and of other events that roused the passions and activi- ties of men to the highest pitch ; but , for the most part ... Poetry The First Poet 166 166.
... Poetry . There were a number of Keltic bards who wrote poetic descriptions of battles , and of other events that roused the passions and activi- ties of men to the highest pitch ; but , for the most part ... Poetry The First Poet 166 166.
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... Poet of the English Race . Rude and simple were his days and thoughts . Wisely speaketh no man , howso learned , Of the making of this wondrous world , Save a Poet , with a reverent soul . Though so simple in style , the poems of Cædmon ...
... Poet of the English Race . Rude and simple were his days and thoughts . Wisely speaketh no man , howso learned , Of the making of this wondrous world , Save a Poet , with a reverent soul . Though so simple in style , the poems of Cædmon ...
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... Poets and antiquaries admire him , the one class , for his true , poetic genius ; the other , for his quaint expressions . Of all his numerous writings the " Canterbury Tales " Canterbury Tales " are generally best appreciated and most ...
... Poets and antiquaries admire him , the one class , for his true , poetic genius ; the other , for his quaint expressions . Of all his numerous writings the " Canterbury Tales " Canterbury Tales " are generally best appreciated and most ...
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Page 271 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Page 405 - The broken soldier, kindly bade to stay, Sat by his fire, and talked the night away, Wept o'er his wounds, or, tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch and showed how fields were won.
Page 316 - Unskilful he to note the card Of prudent lore, Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, And whelm him o'er! Such fate to suffering worth is...
Page 76 - And though a linguist should pride himself to have all the tongues that Babel cleft the world into, yet if he have not studied the solid things in them as well as the words and lexicons, he were nothing so much to be esteemed a learned man, as any yeoman or tradesman competently wise in his mother dialect only.
Page 354 - O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN! 0 Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
Page 94 - At last divine Cecilia came, Inventress of the vocal frame ; The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store, Enlarg'd the former narrow bounds, And added length to solemn sounds, With nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before. Let old Timotheus yield the prize, Or both divide the crown ; He raised a mortal to the skies, She drew an angel down.
Page 422 - Over the heads of the rebel host. Ever its torn folds rose and fell On the loyal winds that loved it well ; And through the hill-gaps sunset light Shone over it with a warm good-night.
Page 123 - How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod.
Page 329 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride. His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare ; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And " Let us worship God !
Page 407 - Imagination fondly stoops to trace The parlour splendours of that festive place: The white-washed wall, the nicely sanded floor, The varnished clock that clicked behind the door; The chest contrived a double debt to pay, A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day...