Development of English Literature and Language, Volumele 1-2S.C. Griggs, 1882 |
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Pagina 22
... ' - the - wisp . Let none cross this death - line except he blow his horn ; else he will be taken for a foe , and any man may lawfully slay him . ( Around some moot - hill or sacred tree the 22 FORMATIVE PERIOD THE PEOPLE .
... ' - the - wisp . Let none cross this death - line except he blow his horn ; else he will be taken for a foe , and any man may lawfully slay him . ( Around some moot - hill or sacred tree the 22 FORMATIVE PERIOD THE PEOPLE .
Pagina 27
... death , laughs once , puts on her golden corselet , pierces herself , and makes this last request : Let in the plain be raised a pile so spacious , that for us all like room may be ; let them burn the Hun ( Sigurd ) on the one side of ...
... death , laughs once , puts on her golden corselet , pierces herself , and makes this last request : Let in the plain be raised a pile so spacious , that for us all like room may be ; let them burn the Hun ( Sigurd ) on the one side of ...
Pagina 28
... Death is but a vanishing from one realm into another - a triumph - hour of entrance through an arch of shadow into eternal day . Therefore , fall gloriously in battle , and you shall be at once transported to Valhal , the airy hall of ...
... Death is but a vanishing from one realm into another - a triumph - hour of entrance through an arch of shadow into eternal day . Therefore , fall gloriously in battle , and you shall be at once transported to Valhal , the airy hall of ...
Pagina 29
... Death ; its trunk , towering heaven - high , spreads its branches over the uni- verse . ' Stately , with white dust strewn : thence come the dews that wet the dales ; it stands ever green over Urd's fountain . ' Under its root that ...
... Death ; its trunk , towering heaven - high , spreads its branches over the uni- verse . ' Stately , with white dust strewn : thence come the dews that wet the dales ; it stands ever green over Urd's fountain . ' Under its root that ...
Pagina 34
... death . At least put on my breast - plate , gird on my sword , set my helmet on my head , my shield in my left hand , my battle - axe in my right , so that a stout warrior like myself may die as a warrior . ' But in this human animal ...
... death . At least put on my breast - plate , gird on my sword , set my helmet on my head , my shield in my left hand , my battle - axe in my right , so that a stout warrior like myself may die as a warrior . ' But in this human animal ...
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Termeni și expresii frecvente
Anglo-Saxon Aristotle beauty breath Britons burning Celts century character Chaucer Christian Church dark death divine doth dream earth England English English language eternal eyes fair faith fancy father feeling fire flowers French friends genius glory grace hand happy hath head hear heart heaven hell Henry II Henry VIII hope human ideas imagination intellectual Italy king lady language Latin learned less light literary literature live look Lord mediæval ment Mephistophilis mind moral nation nature never night noble Odin Ormulum Othello passed passion Petrarch philosophy Plato pleasure poem poet poetic poetry Pope Puritan religion religious rich Roman Rome Saxon says Scholasticism sentiment Shakespeare sing soul spirit stars style sweet taste thee theology things thou thought tion truth verse virtue voice Whig whole wife words write
Pasaje populare
Pagina 460 - 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.
Pagina 370 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods...
Pagina 360 - Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore ! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken ! Leave my loneliness unbroken! quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
Pagina 40 - Those are Grecian ghosts, that in battle were slain And unburied remain Inglorious on the plain : Give the vengeance due To the valiant crew ! Behold how they toss their torches on high, How they point to the Persian abodes And glittering temples of their hostile gods.
Pagina 444 - Reading maketh a full man; conference a ready man; and writing an exact man. And therefore, if a man write little, he had need have a great memory; if he confer little, he had need have a present wit; and if he read little, he had need have much cunning, to seem to know that he doth not. Histories make men wise; poets witty; the mathematics subtle; natural philosophy deep; moral grave; logic and rhetoric able to contend.
Pagina 268 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Pagina 360 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, . And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore...
Pagina 372 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly : If the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come.
Pagina 362 - tis fittest. Cor. How does my royal lord? How fares your majesty? Lear. You do me wrong, to take me out o' the grave. — Thou art a soul in bliss ; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.
Pagina 333 - Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten; In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs, All these in me no means can move, To come to thee and be thy love.