Introduction to American Literature: Or, The Origin and Development of the English Language, with Gems of PoetryDerby, Bradley, 1846 - 420页 |
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... play an intimate acquaintance with what has been written upon most subjects , and when volumes are made by drafts upon common place books , none readily deny themselves the distinction of authorship . Learned men rise up to preside over ...
... play an intimate acquaintance with what has been written upon most subjects , and when volumes are made by drafts upon common place books , none readily deny themselves the distinction of authorship . Learned men rise up to preside over ...
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... play , For relaxation , when I find A sunny summer's holiday . Meph . But use all time within your reach , So rapidly it passes by . Order , indeed , will always teach The way to gain on hours that fly . For this , then , I should wish ...
... play , For relaxation , when I find A sunny summer's holiday . Meph . But use all time within your reach , So rapidly it passes by . Order , indeed , will always teach The way to gain on hours that fly . For this , then , I should wish ...
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... played in the different opinions of nations ; prejudice and superstition have spread on all sides their false , absurd , and contradictory ideas , and errors multiply with the disorders they create , from the rise to 5 A PERFECT ...
... played in the different opinions of nations ; prejudice and superstition have spread on all sides their false , absurd , and contradictory ideas , and errors multiply with the disorders they create , from the rise to 5 A PERFECT ...
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... plays more graces , in common with other languages , than the productions of any other English genius , and at the same time makes pre - eminent the power of the Saxon mind . Cædmon's poem exhibits so much of the Miltonic spirit as to ...
... plays more graces , in common with other languages , than the productions of any other English genius , and at the same time makes pre - eminent the power of the Saxon mind . Cædmon's poem exhibits so much of the Miltonic spirit as to ...
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... played in such form , and painted in such colors , that its entire bearings are brought within comprehension , and at the same time contemplated with delight . Though to the eye of reason , this world seems to be a blest and delightful ...
... played in such form , and painted in such colors , that its entire bearings are brought within comprehension , and at the same time contemplated with delight . Though to the eye of reason , this world seems to be a blest and delightful ...
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第354页 - Hermes, or unsphere The spirit of Plato, to unfold What worlds or what vast regions hold The immortal mind that hath forsook Her mansion in this fleshly nook...
第355页 - Or call up him that left half told The story of Cambuscan bold, Of Camball, and of Algarsife, And who had Canace to wife, That owned the virtuous ring and glass, And of the wond'rous horse of brass, On which the Tartar king did ride; And if aught else, great bards beside, In sage and solemn tunes have sung, Of tourneys and of trophies hung; Of forests, and enchantments drear, Where more is meant than meets the ear.
第355页 - And when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves And shadows brown that Sylvan loves, Of pine or monumental oak, Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt.
第357页 - Hence, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy ! Find out some uncouth cell, Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wings, And the night-raven sings ; There, under ebon shades and low-browed rocks, As ragged as thy locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.
第272页 - 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.
第353页 - There, held in holy passion still, Forget thyself to marble, till With a sad leaden downward cast Thou fix them on the earth as fast. And join with thee calm Peace and Quiet, Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet, And hears the Muses in a ring Aye round about Jove's altar sing...
第354页 - Swinging slow with sullen roar ; Or if the air will not permit, Some still removed place will fit, Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom, Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth, Or the bellman's drowsy charm, To bless the doors from nightly harm.
第352页 - He met her, and in secret shades Of woody Ida's inmost grove, While yet there was no fear of Jove. 30 Come, pensive Nun, devout and pure, Sober, steadfast, and demure, All in a robe of darkest grain Flowing with majestic train, And sable stole of cypress lawn, 35 Over thy decent shoulders drawn.
第264页 - Who, in their greatest cost, Seek nothing but commending: And if they make reply, Then give them all the lie. Tell zeal it wants devotion; Tell love it is but lust; Tell time it is but motion; Tell flesh it is but dust: And wish them not reply, For thou must give the lie.
第289页 - But you like none, none you, for constant heart. LIV O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses, Hang on such thorns and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses; But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves....