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... looked . It is Cadmon mæ fauæpo , ' ' Cadmon made me , ' and this is taken not unreasonably to prove that Bæda's Cædmon was the author of this beautiful poem . The poet dreams a wonderful dream " puhte me dat ic gesáwe sellic treów on ...
... looked . It is Cadmon mæ fauæpo , ' ' Cadmon made me , ' and this is taken not unreasonably to prove that Bæda's Cædmon was the author of this beautiful poem . The poet dreams a wonderful dream " puhte me dat ic gesáwe sellic treów on ...
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... looked on him , and once dwelt in his court . This King William whom we speak of was a man very wise , and very great , and more honoured and more powerful than any of his forerunners were . He was mild to those good men who loved God ...
... looked on him , and once dwelt in his court . This King William whom we speak of was a man very wise , and very great , and more honoured and more powerful than any of his forerunners were . He was mild to those good men who loved God ...
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... looked back with longing over the troubles of the Conquest to Alfred , Englene hurde , Englene durling ' ( England's shepherd , England's dar- ling ' ) , and this poem professed to be a collection of his wise sayings . The following are ...
... looked back with longing over the troubles of the Conquest to Alfred , Englene hurde , Englene durling ' ( England's shepherd , England's dar- ling ' ) , and this poem professed to be a collection of his wise sayings . The following are ...
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... looked regretfully back over a wasted and misspent life . He says : - my Ich am eldre pan ich wes a winter and ek on lore . Ich welde more pan ich dude , wyt auhte beo more , Wel longe ich habbe child ibeo , a worde and eke on dede ...
... looked regretfully back over a wasted and misspent life . He says : - my Ich am eldre pan ich wes a winter and ek on lore . Ich welde more pan ich dude , wyt auhte beo more , Wel longe ich habbe child ibeo , a worde and eke on dede ...
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... looked and longed for the fruit . Jesus satt on his moder kne Wit a ful blith cher said he , ' Bogh ' pou til 2 us suith , 3 pou tre , 5 And of pi frut bou give us plenté . ' Unnethe had he said be sune 4 Quen be tre it boghed dune ...
... looked and longed for the fruit . Jesus satt on his moder kne Wit a ful blith cher said he , ' Bogh ' pou til 2 us suith , 3 pou tre , 5 And of pi frut bou give us plenté . ' Unnethe had he said be sune 4 Quen be tre it boghed dune ...
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Page 316 - Changed his hand, and check'd his pride. He chose a mournful muse, Soft pity to infuse: He sung Darius great and good! ~By too severe a fate, Fallen! fallen! fallen! fallen! Fallen from his high estate, And weltering in his blood!
Page 372 - 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.
Page 495 - Clear, placid Leman ! thy contrasted lake, With the wild world I dwelt in, is a thing Which warns me, with its stillness, to forsake , Earth's troubled waters for a purer spring. This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction ; once I loved Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring Sounds sweet as if a sister's voice reproved, That I with stern delights should e'er have been so moved.
Page 332 - Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And, without sneering, teach the rest to sneer; Willing to wound and yet afraid to strike, Just hint a fault and hesitate dislike...
Page 461 - My dear, dear Friend ; and in thy voice I catch The language of my former heart, and read My former pleasures in the shooting lights Of thy wild eyes.
Page 436 - After laying down my pen I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent.
Page 231 - What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid! Heard words that have been So nimble and so full of subtle flame As if that every one from whence they came Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest, And had resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life.
Page 507 - 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.
Page 465 - I have seen A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract Of inland ground, applying to his ear The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell ; To which, in silence hushed, his very soul Listened intensely ; and his countenance soon Brightened with joy ; for murmurings from within Were heard, sonorous cadences ! whereby, To his belief, the monitor expressed Mysterious union with its native sea. Even such a shell the universe itself Is to the ear of Faith...
Page 371 - Vice is a monster of so frightful mien, As, to be hated, needs but to be seen; Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.