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... once a resource and a complication to deal with which did not exist for the English of a later day . Grammatical and philological reasons have been given by students ( Ten Brink and others ) for Chaucer's metrical use of this weak ...
... once a resource and a complication to deal with which did not exist for the English of a later day . Grammatical and philological reasons have been given by students ( Ten Brink and others ) for Chaucer's metrical use of this weak ...
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... once the mediaeval cult of love and the reaction from it . Guillaume de Lorris , who began the poem , wrote some 5000 lines describing in an allegory the lover's pursuit of the symbolic Rose , and the foes and friends , such as Danger ...
... once the mediaeval cult of love and the reaction from it . Guillaume de Lorris , who began the poem , wrote some 5000 lines describing in an allegory the lover's pursuit of the symbolic Rose , and the foes and friends , such as Danger ...
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... once loosed , goes like a clapper . Before she will start upon her tale she has to expound her whole philosophy of life in reference to her dealings with five husbands . Here is a specimen of her talk , relating how she kept in hand the ...
... once loosed , goes like a clapper . Before she will start upon her tale she has to expound her whole philosophy of life in reference to her dealings with five husbands . Here is a specimen of her talk , relating how she kept in hand the ...
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... produce a poetry , at once popular and magnificent , in strict conformity with the conditions and requirements of that stage . CHAPTER III . SHAKESPEARE . WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE was born at 40 THE MASTERS OF ENGLISH LITERATURE.
... produce a poetry , at once popular and magnificent , in strict conformity with the conditions and requirements of that stage . CHAPTER III . SHAKESPEARE . WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE was born at 40 THE MASTERS OF ENGLISH LITERATURE.
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... once in the plays . Antonio the merchant of Venice , Antonio the sea captain in Twelfth Night , are not poets , but they show in act , rather than in word , a passion for Bassanio and for Sebastian not less extreme than is uttered by ...
... once in the plays . Antonio the merchant of Venice , Antonio the sea captain in Twelfth Night , are not poets , but they show in act , rather than in word , a passion for Bassanio and for Sebastian not less extreme than is uttered by ...
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Page 181 - Peace to all such ! but were there one whose fires True genius kindles, and fair fame inspires; Blest with each talent and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease; Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne...
Page 145 - Bacchus' blessings are a treasure; Drinking is the soldier's pleasure: Rich the treasure; Sweet the pleasure; Sweet is pleasure after pain! Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain; Fought all his battles o'er again : And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain!
Page 272 - Piping down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing said to me: "Pipe a song about a Lamb!' So I piped with merry cheer. 'Piper, pipe that song again;
Page 332 - Of towns and cities, I have owed to them, In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart; And passing even into my purer mind, With tranquil restoration ; — feelings too...
Page 181 - Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And without sneering, teach the rest to sneer; Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike, Just hint a fault and hesitate dislike...
Page 332 - But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart; And passing even into my purer mind. With tranquil restoration...
Page 369 - That Light whose smile kindles the Universe, That Beauty in which all things work and move, That Benediction which the eclipsing Curse Of birth can quench not, that sustaining Love Which through the web of being blindly wove By man and beast and earth and air and sea, Burns bright or dim, as each are mirrors of The fire for which all thirst, now beams on me, Consuming the last clouds of cold mortality...
Page 243 - Here Reynolds is laid, and to tell you my mind, He has not left a wiser or better behind : His pencil was striking, resistless, and grand : His manners were gentle, complying, and bland ; Still born to improve us in every part, His pencil our faces, his manners our heart...
Page 135 - For his religion, it was fit To match his learning and his wit : 'Twas Presbyterian true blue, For he was of that stubborn crew Of errant saints, whom all men grant To be the true church militant ; Such as do build their faith upon The holy text of pike and gun ; Decide all controversies by Infallible artillery ; And prove their doctrine orthodox By apostolic blows and knocks...
Page 349 - It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.