English LiteratureJ. B. Lippincott Company, 1917 - 597 pages |
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... king summoned the twelve apostles of Erin to bless and consecrate it . They came and each brought a hundred saints and they said grace powerfully but they could not avert the curse because one greedy guest had tasted of the feast before ...
... king summoned the twelve apostles of Erin to bless and consecrate it . They came and each brought a hundred saints and they said grace powerfully but they could not avert the curse because one greedy guest had tasted of the feast before ...
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... king . The Saxon believed , on the other hand , that all governments derive their just powers from the consent of the governed . When he came to England he had no king . Though , in the course of time , he was forced to submit to many ...
... king . The Saxon believed , on the other hand , that all governments derive their just powers from the consent of the governed . When he came to England he had no king . Though , in the course of time , he was forced to submit to many ...
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... king and his chief retainers . On each side of the long hearth there is a table , at which sit the warriors . Back of the rows of pillars are spaces for sleeping and storing the gilded vats of liquor into which are dipped the pails of ...
... king and his chief retainers . On each side of the long hearth there is a table , at which sit the warriors . Back of the rows of pillars are spaces for sleeping and storing the gilded vats of liquor into which are dipped the pails of ...
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... king , that lord of the whale - road . Hrothgar , the son of his grandson , was likewise A great giver of rings . He made him a mead - hall , Which he hight Heorot , which meaneth the hart's house . Here there was joy ; here the song of ...
... king , that lord of the whale - road . Hrothgar , the son of his grandson , was likewise A great giver of rings . He made him a mead - hall , Which he hight Heorot , which meaneth the hart's house . Here there was joy ; here the song of ...
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... king rich in honor came to his cavern . Forth from its arch blew the breath of the monster , The coiling - one came , and fled from his fury All the king's comrades except only Wiglaf . [ dragon ] [ Beowulf ] Burned to the boss was the ...
... king rich in honor came to his cavern . Forth from its arch blew the breath of the monster , The coiling - one came , and fled from his fury All the king's comrades except only Wiglaf . [ dragon ] [ Beowulf ] Burned to the boss was the ...
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Page 376 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Page 377 - KNOW ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime? Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime...
Page 252 - Peace to all such ! but were there one whose fires True genius kindles, and fair fame inspires; Blest with each talent and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease; Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne...
Page 129 - This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war, This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands, This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England...
Page 271 - Seven years, my Lord,' have now passed, since I waited in your outward rooms, or was repulsed from your door; during which time I have been pushing on my work through difficulties of which it is useless to complain, and have brought it at last to the verge of publication, without one act of assistance, one word of encouragement, or one smile of favour.
Page 138 - Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on ; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.
Page 338 - A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food: For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
Page 190 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale, She all night long her amorous descant sung...
Page 153 - Many were the wit-combats betwixt him and Ben Jonson, which two I behold like a Spanish great galleon, and an English man-of-war ; Master Jonson (like the former) was built far higher in learning ; solid, but slow in his performances.
Page 231 - And he gave it for his opinion, that whoever could make two ears of corn, or two blades of grass to grow upon a spot of ground where only one grew before, would deserve better of mankind, and do more essential service to his country, than the whole race of politicians put together.