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... poor herd , " and so I had to slink away out of the hall . " " Nay , " said the stranger , " but thou hast something to sing . " " What must I sing ? " " Sing the Creation , " replied the stranger ; upon which words of sweet music began ...
... poor herd , " and so I had to slink away out of the hall . " " Nay , " said the stranger , " but thou hast something to sing . " " What must I sing ? " " Sing the Creation , " replied the stranger ; upon which words of sweet music began ...
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... poor enough poetry . Theology , of course , was his prin- cipal study ; and on this theme he wrote much , pouring from his pen a host of Scriptural commentaries and treatises on knotty points of doctrine . As a teacher he ranks much ...
... poor enough poetry . Theology , of course , was his prin- cipal study ; and on this theme he wrote much , pouring from his pen a host of Scriptural commentaries and treatises on knotty points of doctrine . As a teacher he ranks much ...
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... poor degraded minstrels . MINSTRELSY . - The poetry of the Saxons was distinguished from their prose by a peculiar kind of alliteration . Metre or rhyme they had none . These attributes of English verse were imported from the Continent ...
... poor degraded minstrels . MINSTRELSY . - The poetry of the Saxons was distinguished from their prose by a peculiar kind of alliteration . Metre or rhyme they had none . These attributes of English verse were imported from the Continent ...
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... Poor Priests . Life at Lutterworth . His death . His bones burned . The English Bible . Character of his prose . Illustrative extract . ON a rocky point , overhanging the Tees in Yorkshire , a manor- house stood , in which once lived ...
... Poor Priests . Life at Lutterworth . His death . His bones burned . The English Bible . Character of his prose . Illustrative extract . ON a rocky point , overhanging the Tees in Yorkshire , a manor- house stood , in which once lived ...
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... poor country folk of their hard - earned groats . Such a one was the Pardoner of the " Canterbury Tales , " who sold clouts and pigs ' bones as holy relics , for money , wool , cheese , and wheat , swindling even the poorest widow out ...
... poor country folk of their hard - earned groats . Such a one was the Pardoner of the " Canterbury Tales , " who sold clouts and pigs ' bones as holy relics , for money , wool , cheese , and wheat , swindling even the poorest widow out ...
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Page 149 - O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep ; Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners...
Page 209 - The other Shape — If shape it might be called that shape had none Distinguishable in member, joint, or limb ; Or substance might be called that shadow seemed, For each seemed either — black it stood as Night, 670 Fierce as ten Furies, terrible as Hell, And shook a dreadful dart : what seemed his head The likeness of a kingly crown had on.
Page 378 - I thought ten thousand swords must have leaped from their scabbards to avenge even a look that 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 324 - How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke ! Let not ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure ; Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike the inevitable hour. The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Page 391 - His steps are not upon thy paths — thy fields Are not a spoil for him — thou dost arise And shake him from thee ; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray, And howling, to his gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth : there let him lay.
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 378 - It is now sixteen or seventeen years since I saw the queen of France, then the dauphiness, at Versailles; and surely never lighted on this orb, which she hardly seemed to touch, a more delightful vision.
Page 350 - I might boast myself le vainqueur du vainqueur de la terre, that I might obtain that regard for which I saw the world contending ; but I found my attendance so little encouraged, that neither pride nor modesty would suffer me to continue it.
Page 211 - No sooner had the Almighty ceased but — all The multitude of Angels, with a shout Loud as from numbers without number, sweet As from blest voices, uttering joy — Heaven rung With jubilee, and loud hosannas filled The eternal regions.
Page 459 - 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.