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... noble simplicity , such as , " They lay aloft , put to sleep with swords ; " but in all this long poem there are only five similes . This scarcity of similes is a characteristic of all Anglo - Saxon verse . CAEDMON , the author of the ...
... noble simplicity , such as , " They lay aloft , put to sleep with swords ; " but in all this long poem there are only five similes . This scarcity of similes is a characteristic of all Anglo - Saxon verse . CAEDMON , the author of the ...
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... noble works of our literature have been composed . The charm of such a book must necessarily be fatal to its value as a history ; for the writer , letting his fancy play upon the adornment of these dim legends , mixes fact with fiction ...
... noble works of our literature have been composed . The charm of such a book must necessarily be fatal to its value as a history ; for the writer , letting his fancy play upon the adornment of these dim legends , mixes fact with fiction ...
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... Noble Authors , " a Provençal form , which he took from a manuscript in the library of San Lorenzo at Florence . SEMI - SAXON WRITERS . As was natural from the miserable state of the Saxon nation immediately after the Conquest - her ...
... Noble Authors , " a Provençal form , which he took from a manuscript in the library of San Lorenzo at Florence . SEMI - SAXON WRITERS . As was natural from the miserable state of the Saxon nation immediately after the Conquest - her ...
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... c . Those attached to noble houses wore the arms of their patron , hung round the neck by a silver chain . The distinc- tive badge of the profession was the wrest or tuning - key . Many THE PICTURE OF A MINSTREL . $ 7 minstrels carried.
... c . Those attached to noble houses wore the arms of their patron , hung round the neck by a silver chain . The distinc- tive badge of the profession was the wrest or tuning - key . Many THE PICTURE OF A MINSTREL . $ 7 minstrels carried.
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... noble old speech in its infancy , and as a specimen of the style of thought common in an unripe age . Mandeville , roving again from England , died and was buried at Liège in 1372 . The following extract is from the seventh chapter of ...
... noble old speech in its infancy , and as a specimen of the style of thought common in an unripe age . Mandeville , roving again from England , died and was buried at Liège in 1372 . The following extract is from the seventh chapter of ...
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Page 324 - 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. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke; How jocund did they drive their team afield! How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke...
Page 149 - Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid : Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut, Made by the joiner squirrel, or old grub, Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
Page 457 - What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, 80 That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Page 148 - Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Or else worth all the rest : I see thee still ; And on thy blade, and dudgeon,* gouts of blood, Which was not so before. — There's no such thing ; It is the bloody business, which informs Thus to mine eyes.
Page 92 - MAIDEN ! with the meek, brown eyes, In whose orbs a shadow lies Like the dusk in evening skies ! Thou whose locks outshine the sun, Golden tresses, wreathed in one, As the braided streamlets run ! Standing, with reluctant feet, Where the brook and river meet, Womanhood and childhood fleet...
Page 340 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and God has given my share — I still had hopes, my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose...
Page 457 - The picture of the mind revives again : While here I stand, not only with the sense Of present pleasure, but with pleasing thoughts That in this moment there is life and food For future years.
Page 111 - ... else, I must do it, as it were, in such weight, measure, and number, even so perfectly as God made the world; or else I am so sharply taunted, so cruelly threatened, yea, presently, sometimes with pinches, nips, and bobs, ana other ways (which I will not name for the honour I bear them) so without measure misordered, that I think myself in hell, till time come that I must go to Mr.
Page 376 - I thought ten thousand swords must have leaped from their scabbards to avenge even a look tliat threatened her with insult. But the age of chivalry is gone. That of sophisters, economists, and calculators has succeeded ; and the glory of Europe is extinguished for ever.
Page 361 - It was on the day, or rather night, of the 27th of June 1787, between the hours of eleven and twelve, that I wrote the last lines of the last page in a summer-house in my garden. After laying down my pen, I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains.