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... took firm root in England under the Norman kings and their successors . The social code , even of manners , influences literature , but the social code that furnishes elevated standards for the conduct of life as chivalry did , must ...
... took firm root in England under the Norman kings and their successors . The social code , even of manners , influences literature , but the social code that furnishes elevated standards for the conduct of life as chivalry did , must ...
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... took up the Celtic legends about Arthur , and , in a succession of poems , infused into them new ethical ele- ments of knightly courage , fidelity , and idealism . The British or Celtic historical tradition became vastly en- riched and ...
... took up the Celtic legends about Arthur , and , in a succession of poems , infused into them new ethical ele- ments of knightly courage , fidelity , and idealism . The British or Celtic historical tradition became vastly en- riched and ...
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... took up a large number of Norman words , dropped most of its inflections , and in the fourteenth century again became a national and literary language . During the Norman centuries , here and there , a monk whose sympathies were with ...
... took up a large number of Norman words , dropped most of its inflections , and in the fourteenth century again became a national and literary language . During the Norman centuries , here and there , a monk whose sympathies were with ...
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... took for pattern , And he took the English book That Saint Bede made . Another he took in Latin That Saint Albin made And the frere Austin Who brought baptism hither in ; The third book he took , Laid there in the midst , That a French ...
... took for pattern , And he took the English book That Saint Bede made . Another he took in Latin That Saint Albin made And the frere Austin Who brought baptism hither in ; The third book he took , Laid there in the midst , That a French ...
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... took . For , unless a man know French , one talketh of him little . But low men hold to English , and to their natural speech yet . I imagine there be no people in any country of the world that do not hold to their natural speech , but ...
... took . For , unless a man know French , one talketh of him little . But low men hold to English , and to their natural speech yet . I imagine there be no people in any country of the world that do not hold to their natural speech , but ...
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Page 469 - TO A WATERFOWL Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Page 338 - What thou art we know not ; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody.
Page 324 - It ceased ; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Page 213 - CYRIAC, this three years' day, these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot ; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman.
Page 341 - He has outsoared the shadow of our night; Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again...
Page 170 - QUEEN and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair, State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess excellently bright. Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose; Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess excellently bright.
Page 199 - Go, lovely rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied. That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired : Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die ! that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee, — How...
Page 339 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain ? What fields, or waves, or mountains ? What shapes of sky or plain ? What love of thine own kind ? what ignorance of pain ? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovest — but ne'e* knew love's sad satiety.
Page 215 - Thus with the year Seasons return ; but not to me returns . Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine...
Page 341 - Peace, peace ! he is not dead, he doth not sleep — He hath awakened from the dream of life — 'Tis we, who, lost in stormy visions, keep With phantoms an unprofitable strife, And in mad trance strike with our spirit's knife Invulnerable nothings.