English Roots, and the Derivation of Words from the Ancient Anglo-Saxon: Two Lectures Enlarged, with a SupplementHodges, Smith and Company, 1863 - 223 頁 |
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adjective adverbs allusion amongst anciently written Anglo ANGLO-SAXOn Language Anglo-Saxon origin Anglo-Saxon verb Anglo-Saxon word animal appears applied bad sense bird Britain century Chaucer compounded denote derived from Latin describe Dictionary England English language English tongue English word etymologist express ford formerly called formerly spelt formerly written found in old French language frequently German guage heart hence Hengist Horne Tooke horse inhabitants Ireland Irish king latter word Lecture lord meant night noble Norman Norman conquest noun observed obsolete old Saxon old word original meaning past participle peasantry phrase poetry prefix probably pronounced pronunciation proper names pure Saxon Purley reference remarkable retain rhyme Richardson root Saxon name Saxon origin Saxon verb Saxon word Scotland Seaxes Shakspeare ship similar simplician speak Spenser spinan term Teutonic tion title of honour traced tree usually Waterford whence comes wood words derived words of Saxon writer
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第 115 頁 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must forever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye : I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes...
第 117 頁 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord!
第 117 頁 - Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen; Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
第 115 頁 - BREATHES there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go, mark him well; For him no minstrel raptures swell; High though his titles, proud his name, $ Boundless his wealth as wish can claim, — Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And,...
第 115 頁 - Great in the earth as in th" ethereal frame; Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze. Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees, Lives through all life, extends through all extent. Spreads undivided, operates unspent : Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part. As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart; As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns. As the rapt seraph that adores and burns: To him no high, no low, no great, no small ; He fills. he bounds, connects, and equals all.
第 117 頁 - But through it there roll'd not the breath of his pride; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail: And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
第 115 頁 - Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent ; Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part, As full, as perfect in a hair as heart ; As full, as perfect in vile man that mourns, As the rapt seraph that adores and burns. To Him no high, no low, no great, no small ; He fills, He bounds, connects and equals all.
第 115 頁 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
第 116 頁 - HAPPINESS ! our being's end and aim ! Good, pleasure, ease, content ! whate'er thy name : That something still which prompts th' eternal sigh, For which we bear to live, or dare to die ; Which still so near us, yet beyond us lies, O'erlook'd, seen double, by the fool and wise.
第 116 頁 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold ; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.