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... popularity in its own day is shown by the number of and popularity . manuscripts which are extant , and by imitations ... popular moralist and satirist , by John Wiclif , the rector of Lutterworth and professor of divinity in Baliol ...
... popularity in its own day is shown by the number of and popularity . manuscripts which are extant , and by imitations ... popular moralist and satirist , by John Wiclif , the rector of Lutterworth and professor of divinity in Baliol ...
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... popular animal saga of " Reynard the Fox . " " The Frankeleynes Tale , " whose scene is Brittany , and “ The Wyf of Bathes Tale , " which is laid in the time of the British Arthur , belong to the class of French lais , serious metrical ...
... popular animal saga of " Reynard the Fox . " " The Frankeleynes Tale , " whose scene is Brittany , and “ The Wyf of Bathes Tale , " which is laid in the time of the British Arthur , belong to the class of French lais , serious metrical ...
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... popular ballad litera- The popular ture which was handed down by oral tradition . The English and Scotch ballads were narrative songs , written in a variety of meters , but chiefly in what is known as the ballad stanza . In somer , when ...
... popular ballad litera- The popular ture which was handed down by oral tradition . The English and Scotch ballads were narrative songs , written in a variety of meters , but chiefly in what is known as the ballad stanza . In somer , when ...
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... popular superstition , like the beautiful ballad concern- ing " Thomas of Ersyldoune , " who goes in at Eildon Hill with an elf queen and spends seven years in fairy- land . But the most popular of all the ballads were those which ...
... popular superstition , like the beautiful ballad concern- ing " Thomas of Ersyldoune , " who goes in at Eildon Hill with an elf queen and spends seven years in fairy- land . But the most popular of all the ballads were those which ...
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... popular fancy . The game laws under the Norman kings were very oppressive , and there were , doubtless , dim memories still cherished among the Saxon masses of Hereward and Edric the Wild , who had defied the power of the Conqueror , as ...
... popular fancy . The game laws under the Norman kings were very oppressive , and there were , doubtless , dim memories still cherished among the Saxon masses of Hereward and Edric the Wild , who had defied the power of the Conqueror , as ...
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Page 293 - Heaven lies about us in our infancy. Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing boy; But he beholds the light and whence it flows, He sees it in his joy. The youth who daily farther from the East Must travel, still is Nature's priest, And, by the vision splendid, Is on his way attended. At length the man perceives it die away And fade into the light of common day.
Page 285 - It is now sixteen or seventeen years since I saw the queen of France, then the dauphiness, at Versailles; and surely never lighted on this orb, which she hardly seemed to touch, a more delightful vision.
Page 270 - And bring all Heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew ; Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
Page 278 - 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; View him with scornful, yev with jealous eyes.
Page 284 - At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorned the venerable place; Truth from his lips prevailed with double sway, And fools, who came to scoff, remained to pray.
Page 272 - 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 297 - BREATHES there the man with soul so dead Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand...
Page 100 - 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 286 - I thought ten thousand swords must have leaped from their scabbards to avenge even a look that threatened her with insult. But the age of chivalry is gone. That of sophisters, economists, and calculators, has succeeded ; and the glory of Europe is extinguished for ever.
Page 304 - Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel, Is emptied of this folk, this pious morn? And, little town, thy streets for evermore Will silent be ; and not a soul to tell Why thou art desolate, can e'er return.