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... readers in the plays of Shakspere and the poems of Tennyson : Lear and his three daughters ; Cymbeline ; Gorboduc , the subject of the earliest regular English tragedy , com- posed by Sackville and acted in 1562 ; Locrine and his queen ...
... readers in the plays of Shakspere and the poems of Tennyson : Lear and his three daughters ; Cymbeline ; Gorboduc , the subject of the earliest regular English tragedy , com- posed by Sackville and acted in 1562 ; Locrine and his queen ...
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... reader as well as a " well of English undefiled " to the professional man of letters . With the exception of Dante , Chaucer was the greatest of the poets of medieval Europe , and he remains one of the greatest of English poets , and ...
... reader as well as a " well of English undefiled " to the professional man of letters . With the exception of Dante , Chaucer was the greatest of the poets of medieval Europe , and he remains one of the greatest of English poets , and ...
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... reader as Shakspere's , and few of his words have be- His modern- come obsolete . His verse , when rightly read , is correct and melodious . The early English was , in some re- spects , " more sweet upon the tongue " than the modern ...
... reader as Shakspere's , and few of his words have be- His modern- come obsolete . His verse , when rightly read , is correct and melodious . The early English was , in some re- spects , " more sweet upon the tongue " than the modern ...
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... readers in the sixteenth century and now fell into the hands of the ballad - makers . Others preserved the memory of local country - side tales , family feuds , and tragic incidents , partly historical and partly legendary , Folk - lore ...
... readers in the sixteenth century and now fell into the hands of the ballad - makers . Others preserved the memory of local country - side tales , family feuds , and tragic incidents , partly historical and partly legendary , Folk - lore ...
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... readers by the numerous transla- tions of Greek and Latin authors . A fresh poetic im- pulse came from Italy . In 1557 appeared " Tottel's Miscellany , " containing songs and sonnets by a " new company of courtly makers . " Most of the ...
... readers by the numerous transla- tions of Greek and Latin authors . A fresh poetic im- pulse came from Italy . In 1557 appeared " Tottel's Miscellany , " containing songs and sonnets by a " new company of courtly makers . " Most of the ...
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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.