Masters of English LiteratureA.C. McClurg & Company, 1914 - 446 Seiten |
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... beautiful but worthless woman for an angel of heaven . Pandarus is a middle - aged busybody who , unsuc- cessful in his own loves , undertakes to manage the loves of others . Criseyde is the artistic center of the story , and on the ...
... beautiful but worthless woman for an angel of heaven . Pandarus is a middle - aged busybody who , unsuc- cessful in his own loves , undertakes to manage the loves of others . Criseyde is the artistic center of the story , and on the ...
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... beautiful with song ; and as I read I hear the crowing cock , I hear the note Of lark and linnet , and from every page Rise odors of ploughed field or flowery mead . ” -Longfellow . Canterbury Tales . * — Of the beginning of The ...
... beautiful with song ; and as I read I hear the crowing cock , I hear the note Of lark and linnet , and from every page Rise odors of ploughed field or flowery mead . ” -Longfellow . Canterbury Tales . * — Of the beginning of The ...
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... beautiful imagery and metrical sweet- ness . " A year later appeared the Rape of Lucrece , a poem more mature in dignity and thought . It is significant that of his early work these two publications brought the most approval from his ...
... beautiful imagery and metrical sweet- ness . " A year later appeared the Rape of Lucrece , a poem more mature in dignity and thought . It is significant that of his early work these two publications brought the most approval from his ...
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... beautiful and well - proportioned body . " - Earliest Poems . We are told by Aubrey that Milton was a poet when he was eleven years old , and Milton himself tells us that it was under the guidance of one of his first tutors , Thomas ...
... beautiful and well - proportioned body . " - Earliest Poems . We are told by Aubrey that Milton was a poet when he was eleven years old , and Milton himself tells us that it was under the guidance of one of his first tutors , Thomas ...
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... beautiful , but seek for recondite meanings and obscure symbolism . What chiefly interests us is that Milton has produced beautiful poetry on very simple themes - the delights of Mirth and 62 Masters of English Literature.
... beautiful , but seek for recondite meanings and obscure symbolism . What chiefly interests us is that Milton has produced beautiful poetry on very simple themes - the delights of Mirth and 62 Masters of English Literature.
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Adam Bede admiration Æneid appeared beautiful Browning Burns Byron called Canterbury Tales canto Carlyle Carlyle's century character Charles Dickens charm Chaucer child Craigenputtock critic death Dickens died drama Dryden edition England English literature expression eyes father feeling fiction French genius George Eliot Goethe Guinevere heart human immortal influence interest John John Keats Johnson Keats King language later learned letter lines literary lived London Lord marriage married master Milton mind mother nature never night novel Paradise Lost passion period philosophy plays poem poet poet's poetic poetry political Pope praise prose published Ruskin Sartor Resartus satire Scott Shakespeare Shakspere Shakspere's Shelley Shelley's song soul spirit story style sweet Swift Tennyson Thackeray things Thomas Carlyle thought tion verse wife woman Wordsworth writes written wrote young youth
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Seite 63 - So dear to Heaven is saintly chastity That, when a soul is found sincerely so, A thousand liveried angels lackey her, Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt...
Seite 44 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste...
Seite 114 - 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; View him with scornful, yev with jealous eyes.
Seite 45 - 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.
Seite 420 - FEAR death ? — to feel the fog in my throat, The mist in my face, When the snows begin, and the blasts denote I am nearing the place, The power of the night, the press of the storm, The post of the foe ; Where he stands, the Arch Fear in a visible form, Yet the strong man must go...
Seite 241 - Nor less I deem that there are Powers Which of themselves our minds impress ; That we can feed this mind of ours In a wise passiveness.
Seite 175 - There was a sound of revelry by night. And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her beauty and her chivalry ; and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men : A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again ; And all went merry as a marriage-bell, But hush ! hark ! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell.
Seite 176 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh ! night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong ; Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along From peak to peak the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder ! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud ! And this is in the night.
Seite 418 - OH, TO BE in England Now that April's there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware, That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf, While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough In England - now...
Seite 154 - OF a' the airts the wind can blaw, I dearly like the west, For there the bonnie lassie lives, The lassie I lo'e best : There wild woods grow, and rivers row, And mony a hill between ; But day and night my fancy's flight Is ever wi