A Manual of English Literature, and of the History of the English Language, from the Norman Conquest; with Numerous SpecimensGriffin,, 1863 - 536 páginas |
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George Lillie Craik. A MANUAL OF ENGLISH LITERATURE , AND OF THE HISTORY OF 1066 THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE , FROM The Norman Conquest ; WITH NUMEROUS SPECIMENS . BY GEORGE LA CRAIK , LL.D. , PROFESSOR OF HISTORY AND OF ENGLISH LITERATURE IN ...
George Lillie Craik. A MANUAL OF ENGLISH LITERATURE , AND OF THE HISTORY OF 1066 THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE , FROM The Norman Conquest ; WITH NUMEROUS SPECIMENS . BY GEORGE LA CRAIK , LL.D. , PROFESSOR OF HISTORY AND OF ENGLISH LITERATURE IN ...
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... Historical Writers 278 • MIDDLE AND LATTER PART OF THE SEVENTEENTH CENTURY 280 • Shirley , and end of the Old Drama Giles Fletcher ; Phineas Fletcher Other Religious Poets : -Quarles ; Herbert ; Herrick ; Crashaw Cartwright ; Randolph ...
... Historical Writers 278 • MIDDLE AND LATTER PART OF THE SEVENTEENTH CENTURY 280 • Shirley , and end of the Old Drama Giles Fletcher ; Phineas Fletcher Other Religious Poets : -Quarles ; Herbert ; Herrick ; Crashaw Cartwright ; Randolph ...
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... Historical Writers : -Hume ; Robertson ; Gibbon Political Economy ; Theology ; Criticism and Belles Lettres . THE LATTER PART OF THE EIGHTEENTH CENTURY 422 426 Cowper Darwin Burns 427 427 • 437 · 440 PAGE THE NINETEENTH CENTURY 457 Last ...
... Historical Writers : -Hume ; Robertson ; Gibbon Political Economy ; Theology ; Criticism and Belles Lettres . THE LATTER PART OF THE EIGHTEENTH CENTURY 422 426 Cowper Darwin Burns 427 427 • 437 · 440 PAGE THE NINETEENTH CENTURY 457 Last ...
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... history of the Christian Church . The poet Ausonius , who flourished in the fourth century , makes frequent mention of a contemporary British writer whom he calls Sylvius Bonus , and whose native name is supposed to have been Coil the ...
... history of the Christian Church . The poet Ausonius , who flourished in the fourth century , makes frequent mention of a contemporary British writer whom he calls Sylvius Bonus , and whose native name is supposed to have been Coil the ...
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Página 499 - What thou art we know not: What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
Página 436 - I would not trust my heart ; — the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might — But no : — what here we call our life is such, So little to be loved, and thou so much, That I should ill requite thee to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds again.
Página 503 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Clustered around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
Página 503 - Fade, far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
Página 504 - Forlorn ! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self ! Adieu ! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu ! adieu ! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades : Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — do I wake or sleep?
Página 436 - Shoots into port at some well-havened isle, Where spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods, that show Her beauteous form reflected clear below, While airs impregnated with incense play Around her, fanning light her streamers gay; — So thou, with sails how swift! hast reached the shore " Where tempests never beat nor billows roar," And thy loved consort on the dangerous tide Of life long since has anchored by thy side.
Página 499 - 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.
Página 434 - With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine — thy own sweet smile I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me ; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, " Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away!
Página 314 - I am now indebted, as being a work not to be raised from the heat of youth or the vapours of wine, like that which flows at waste from the pen of some vulgar amorist or the trencher fury of a rhyming parasite, nor to be obtained by the invocation of Dame Memory and her siren daughters, but by devout prayer to that eternal Spirit who can enrich with all utterance and knowledge, and...
Página 464 - My eyes are dim with childish tears, My heart is idly stirred, For the same sound is in my ears Which in those days I heard. " Thus fares it still in our decay : And yet the wiser mind Mourns less for what age takes away Than what it leaves behind.