A Text-book on English Literature: With Copious Extracts from the Leading Authors, English and American, with Full Instructions as to the Method in which These are to be Studied, Adapted for Use in Colleges, High Schools and AcademiesClark & Maynard, 1884 - 478 pages |
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... passed upon by the pupil himself , and ratified or amended according to his find- ings in the extracts given or the works referred to for study in the preparation of his lesson , and for reading in the class- room . Only by making the ...
... passed upon by the pupil himself , and ratified or amended according to his find- ings in the extracts given or the works referred to for study in the preparation of his lesson , and for reading in the class- room . Only by making the ...
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... passing straight over hills , and crossing morasses on piles . Romans exacted tribute , and afterward taxes on arable and on pasture land , and customs at the ports , proscribed Druidism , abolished tattooing , made cremation general ...
... passing straight over hills , and crossing morasses on piles . Romans exacted tribute , and afterward taxes on arable and on pasture land , and customs at the ports , proscribed Druidism , abolished tattooing , made cremation general ...
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... passed out of triumph into the dark sorrow in which he lived . He dreams again in Do Best , and sees , as Christ leaves the earth , the reign of Antichrist . Evils attack the Church and mankind . Envy , Pride , and Sloth , helped by the ...
... passed out of triumph into the dark sorrow in which he lived . He dreams again in Do Best , and sees , as Christ leaves the earth , the reign of Antichrist . Evils attack the Church and mankind . Envy , Pride , and Sloth , helped by the ...
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... passing away , for , in the creation of Pandarus in the Troilus and in the delightful fun of the Parlament of Foules , a new Chaucer appears , the humorous poet of the Canterbury Tales . In the active busi- ness life he led during this ...
... passing away , for , in the creation of Pandarus in the Troilus and in the delightful fun of the Parlament of Foules , a new Chaucer appears , the humorous poet of the Canterbury Tales . In the active busi- ness life he led during this ...
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... passed were also , Syn March bygan , thritty dayës and tuo , Byfel that Chauntecleer in al his pride , His seven wyves walkyng him by syde , Caste up his eyghen to the brightë sonne That in the signe of Taurus hadde i - ronne Twenty ...
... passed were also , Syn March bygan , thritty dayës and tuo , Byfel that Chauntecleer in al his pride , His seven wyves walkyng him by syde , Caste up his eyghen to the brightë sonne That in the signe of Taurus hadde i - ronne Twenty ...
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Page 397 - 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.
Page 409 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Clustered around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
Page 409 - Darkling I listen; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain To thy high requiem become a sod.
Page 181 - But peaceful was the night Wherein the Prince of Light His reign of peace upon the earth began : The winds with wonder whist Smoothly the waters kissed, Whispering new joys to the mild ocean, Who now hath quite forgot to rave, While birds of calm sit brooding on the charmed wave.
Page 397 - But through it there rolled 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.
Page 180 - With her great Master so to sympathize : It was no season then for her To wanton with the sun, her lusty paramour. Only with speeches fair She woos the gentle air To hide her guilty front with innocent snow ; And on her naked shame, Pollute with sinful blame, The saintly veil of maiden white to throw ; Confounded, that her Maker's eyes Should look so near upon her foul deformities.
Page 398 - Salamis ; And ships, by thousands, lay below, And men in nations ; — all were his ! He counted them at break of day — And when...
Page 399 - Must we but weep o'er days more blest? Must we but blush? Our fathers bled. Earth ! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead ! Of the three hundred grant but three, To make a new Thermopylae ! What, silent still? and silent all? Ah ! no : the voices of the dead Sound like a distant torrent's fall, And answer, 'Let one living head, But one arise, — we come, we come ! ' 'Tis but the living who are dumb.
Page 197 - ... blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure ; Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure, Sweet is pleasure after pain. Soothed with the sound the king grew vain ; Fought all his battles o'er again ; And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain.
Page 340 - You will think me transported with enthusiasm, but I am not. I am well aware of the toil, and blood, and treasure that it will cost us to maintain this declaration, and support and defend these States. Yet, through all the gloom, I can see the rays of ravishing light and glory.