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... continued to cultivate it in their new home . We know little of the life and history of that early day , but of the general character of the people and of the ideals that guided their life and thought we can be reasonably sure . We find ...
... continued to cultivate it in their new home . We know little of the life and history of that early day , but of the general character of the people and of the ideals that guided their life and thought we can be reasonably sure . We find ...
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... continued to breathe through many a Christian poem ; and no Anglo - Saxon poem written under Christian auspices begins to equal in poetic power the essentially pagan Beowulf . What accounts for these facts ? Many causes , doubt- less ...
... continued to breathe through many a Christian poem ; and no Anglo - Saxon poem written under Christian auspices begins to equal in poetic power the essentially pagan Beowulf . What accounts for these facts ? Many causes , doubt- less ...
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... continued affection , and bidding her come to him over the sea . A new school of religious poetry grew up during the latter half of the eighth century , and its leader was Cynewulf . He was more nearly allied than was Cæd- mon to the ...
... continued affection , and bidding her come to him over the sea . A new school of religious poetry grew up during the latter half of the eighth century , and its leader was Cynewulf . He was more nearly allied than was Cæd- mon to the ...
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... continued to be until its final extinction after the Norman Conquest . It is with Alfred the writer that we have here chiefly to do , and our thought of the great king must be simply the background to the picture . We must acknowledge ...
... continued to be until its final extinction after the Norman Conquest . It is with Alfred the writer that we have here chiefly to do , and our thought of the great king must be simply the background to the picture . We must acknowledge ...
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... continued until after the Norman Conquest . We may further observe here that it remains to us in seven different texts made in different monasteries , that it is the oldest native history 1 Ten Brink's English Literature , I , p . 72 ...
... continued until after the Norman Conquest . We may further observe here that it remains to us in seven different texts made in different monasteries , that it is the oldest native history 1 Ten Brink's English Literature , I , p . 72 ...
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Page 311 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Page 316 - Do not all charms fly At the mere touch of cold philosophy ? There was an awful rainbow once in heaven : We know her woof, her texture ; she is given In the dull catalogue of common things. Philosophy will clip an Angel's wings, Conquer all mysteries by rule and line, Empty the haunted air and gnomed mine — Unweave a rainbow, as it erewhile made The tender-person'd Lamia melt into a shade.
Page 150 - O eloquent, just, and mighty Death! whom none could advise, thou hast persuaded; what none hath dared, thou hast done; and whom all the world hath flattered, thou only hast cast out of the world and despised: thou hast drawn together all the far-stretched greatness, all the pride, cruelty, and ambition of man, and covered it all over with these two narrow words, Hie jacet.
Page 312 - To suffer woes which hope thinks infinite ; To forgive wrongs darker than death or night ; To defy power which seems omnipotent ; To love and bear ; to hope till hope creates From its own wreck the thing it contemplates...
Page 170 - I was confirmed in this opinion ; that he who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things, ought himself to be a true poem...
Page 375 - O may I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their presence : live In pulses stirred to generosity, In deeds of daring rectitude, in scorn For miserable aims that end with self, In thoughts sublime that pierce the night like stars, And with their mild persistence urge men's search To vaster issues.
Page 133 - 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 132 - She should have died hereafter ; There would have been a time for such a word. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death.
Page 130 - No more of that. — I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am ; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice...
Page 387 - How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.