A History of English Literature in a Series of Biographical SketchesT. Nelson & Sons, 1893 - 550 pages |
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... spirits forced , like Hereward and Robin Hood , to take to the greenwood and the marshes , while her weaker souls were cowed into tame submission and slavery - the works written in English of the second stage were very few . The Saxon ...
... spirits forced , like Hereward and Robin Hood , to take to the greenwood and the marshes , while her weaker souls were cowed into tame submission and slavery - the works written in English of the second stage were very few . The Saxon ...
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... spirit passed away from the clouds and toils of earth . A.D. More than forty years had swept by , when the pent - up vengeance of his enemies , from which the living man had been mercifully THE WORKS OF JOHN WYCLIFFE , 51 shielded , burst.
... spirit passed away from the clouds and toils of earth . A.D. More than forty years had swept by , when the pent - up vengeance of his enemies , from which the living man had been mercifully THE WORKS OF JOHN WYCLIFFE , 51 shielded , burst.
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... buttoned bonnet , a joyous spirit shone in his wrinkled face . A small , fair , round - trimmed beard fringed those lips , whose red fulness was remarked as a special beauty in the hand- 46 THE STUDENTS OF OLD OXFORD . Wycliffe's birth .
... buttoned bonnet , a joyous spirit shone in his wrinkled face . A small , fair , round - trimmed beard fringed those lips , whose red fulness was remarked as a special beauty in the hand- 46 THE STUDENTS OF OLD OXFORD . Wycliffe's birth .
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... spirit passed away from the clouds and toils of earth . A.D. More than forty years had swept by , when the pent - up vengeance of his enemies , from which the living man had been mercifully THE WORKS OF JOHN WYCLIFFE . 51 shielded , burst.
... spirit passed away from the clouds and toils of earth . A.D. More than forty years had swept by , when the pent - up vengeance of his enemies , from which the living man had been mercifully THE WORKS OF JOHN WYCLIFFE . 51 shielded , burst.
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... buttoned bonnet , a joyous spirit shone in his wrinkled face . A small , fair , round - trimmed beard fringed those lips , whose red fulness was remarked as a special beauty in the hand- 56 66 THE CANTERBURY TALES . ' some face of.
... buttoned bonnet , a joyous spirit shone in his wrinkled face . A small , fair , round - trimmed beard fringed those lips , whose red fulness was remarked as a special beauty in the hand- 56 66 THE CANTERBURY TALES . ' some face of.
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Page 296 - twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Page 96 - 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 332 - Ye Ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge!
Page 143 - 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 145 - Almighty hath not built Here for his envy, will not drive us hence : Here we may reign secure, and, in my choice To reign is worth ambition, though in Hell : Better to reign in Hell than serve in Heaven...
Page 290 - 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 forever.
Page 295 - Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee — Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they? Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: — not so thou, Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play — Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow — Such as creation's dawn beheld thou rollest now.
Page 97 - 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 262 - 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 145 - 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...