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... touch here and there has furnished a hint to later poets . Thus the legend of St. Brandan's search for the earthly paradise has been treated by Matthew Arnold and William Morris . The Gloucester collection of saints ' legends . Revival ...
... touch here and there has furnished a hint to later poets . Thus the legend of St. Brandan's search for the earthly paradise has been treated by Matthew Arnold and William Morris . The Gloucester collection of saints ' legends . Revival ...
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... touch to the various literary forms that he found in cultivation . Thus his " Knightes Tale , " based upon Boccaccio's " Teseide , " is the best of English medieval romances . And yet " The Rime of Sir Tho- Variety of literary forms ...
... touch to the various literary forms that he found in cultivation . Thus his " Knightes Tale , " based upon Boccaccio's " Teseide , " is the best of English medieval romances . And yet " The Rime of Sir Tho- Variety of literary forms ...
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... touching and beautiful is the oft - quoted lament of Sir Ector over Launcelot , in Malory's final chapter : " Ah , Launcelot , " he said , " thou were head of all Christian knights ; and now I dare say , " said Sir Ector , " thou Sir ...
... touching and beautiful is the oft - quoted lament of Sir Ector over Launcelot , in Malory's final chapter : " Ah , Launcelot , " he said , " thou were head of all Christian knights ; and now I dare say , " said Sir Ector , " thou Sir ...
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... touching the conduct of life , " of a nature whereof men shall find much in experience , little in books . " The essays con- tain the quintessence of Bacon's practical wisdom , his wide knowledge of the world of men . The truth and ...
... touching the conduct of life , " of a nature whereof men shall find much in experience , little in books . " The essays con- tain the quintessence of Bacon's practical wisdom , his wide knowledge of the world of men . The truth and ...
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... touching up old plays . " Henry VI . " and the bloody tragedy of " Titus Andronicus , " if Shakspere's at all , are doubtless only His first plays . his revision of pieces already on the stage . " The Taming of the Shrew " seems to be ...
... touching up old plays . " Henry VI . " and the bloody tragedy of " Titus Andronicus , " if Shakspere's at all , are doubtless only His first plays . his revision of pieces already on the stage . " The Taming of the Shrew " seems to be ...
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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.