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... tion with poetry by virtue of five lines of verse known as Bede's Death Song . His disciple , Cuthbert , relates that Bede sang many things during his last illness , and among others , this brief song in English . It is a pleasure thus ...
... tion with poetry by virtue of five lines of verse known as Bede's Death Song . His disciple , Cuthbert , relates that Bede sang many things during his last illness , and among others , this brief song in English . It is a pleasure thus ...
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... tion is the Poema Morale , or Moral Ode . It is found in a collection of homilies , and is itself sermon in verse on the inevitable requital hereafter of men's good or evil deeds . It is not without poetic merit , and gains an added ...
... tion is the Poema Morale , or Moral Ode . It is found in a collection of homilies , and is itself sermon in verse on the inevitable requital hereafter of men's good or evil deeds . It is not without poetic merit , and gains an added ...
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... tion . Some of these stories , notably that of the Knight Florent afterward handled by Chaucer in the Wife of Bath's Tale - are well told ; but most of them are charac- terized by tediousness and by what one writer has called ...
... tion . Some of these stories , notably that of the Knight Florent afterward handled by Chaucer in the Wife of Bath's Tale - are well told ; but most of them are charac- terized by tediousness and by what one writer has called ...
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... tion which he has received for five centuries . The fifteenth century was filled with his name . In the age of Elizabeth , he was praised or imitated by such men as Spenser , Sidney , Shakespeare , and Fletcher . Milton lauded him ; and ...
... tion which he has received for five centuries . The fifteenth century was filled with his name . In the age of Elizabeth , he was praised or imitated by such men as Spenser , Sidney , Shakespeare , and Fletcher . Milton lauded him ; and ...
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... tion of the beauties of Italian art and his congenial asso- ciation with Petrarch , Boccaccio , and other great men who were then living ; but these are mere fancies . We may be reasonably certain that his visits must have been a joy ...
... tion of the beauties of Italian art and his congenial asso- ciation with Petrarch , Boccaccio , and other great men who were then living ; but these are mere fancies . We may be reasonably certain that his visits must have been a joy ...
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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.