Familiar Talks on English Literature: A Manual Embracing the Great Epochs of English Literature, from the English Conquest of Britain, 449, to the Death of Walter Scott, 1832Jansen, McClurg, 1884 - 454 páginas |
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... ROBIN HOOD BALLADS , -THE OLD GESTE OF ROBIN AND GUY OF GISBORNE , 48 TALK IX . HOW THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE FINALLY CAME TO ITS OWN AGAIN , AND WHAT BOOKS AND AUTHORS HELPED TO KEEP IT ALIVE IN THE TWELFTH AND THIRTEENTH CENTURIES , 54 ...
... ROBIN HOOD BALLADS , -THE OLD GESTE OF ROBIN AND GUY OF GISBORNE , 48 TALK IX . HOW THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE FINALLY CAME TO ITS OWN AGAIN , AND WHAT BOOKS AND AUTHORS HELPED TO KEEP IT ALIVE IN THE TWELFTH AND THIRTEENTH CENTURIES , 54 ...
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... ROBIN HOOD BALLADS - THE OLD GESTE OF ROBIN HOOD AND GUY OF GISborne . ALL this time you may imagine how our sturdy English speech was struggling to keep from being entirely driven out of the land by more fashionable rivals . The ...
... ROBIN HOOD BALLADS - THE OLD GESTE OF ROBIN HOOD AND GUY OF GISborne . ALL this time you may imagine how our sturdy English speech was struggling to keep from being entirely driven out of the land by more fashionable rivals . The ...
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... Robin Hood , who , if we may believe anything that is told of him , was an Eng- lishman of noble birth , living in the early thirteenth century . Upon his bold deeds , sympathized with by the English , the famous Robin Hood ballads were ...
... Robin Hood , who , if we may believe anything that is told of him , was an Eng- lishman of noble birth , living in the early thirteenth century . Upon his bold deeds , sympathized with by the English , the famous Robin Hood ballads were ...
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... Robin Hood In the green wood where he lay . " Now , by my faith , " said jolly Robin , " A dream I had this night . I dreamed me of two lusty yeomen , That fast with me can fight . " Me thought they did me beat and bind , And took my ...
... Robin Hood In the green wood where he lay . " Now , by my faith , " said jolly Robin , " A dream I had this night . I dreamed me of two lusty yeomen , That fast with me can fight . " Me thought they did me beat and bind , And took my ...
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... Robin and John . And John is gone to Barnesdale , The ways he knoweth each one . * * * * Let us leave talking of Little John , And think of Robin Hood , How he is gone to the lusty yeoman , Where under the leaves he stood . " Good ...
... Robin and John . And John is gone to Barnesdale , The ways he knoweth each one . * * * * Let us leave talking of Little John , And think of Robin Hood , How he is gone to the lusty yeoman , Where under the leaves he stood . " Good ...
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Página 148 - This fortress, built by nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war ; This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall, Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands ; This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England...
Página 206 - Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the Muses haunt Clear spring, or shady grove, or sunny hill, Smit with the love of sacred song...
Página 199 - Where the great sun begins his state, Robed in flames, and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight; While the ploughman near at hand Whistles o'er the furrowed land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.
Página 339 - 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.
Página 217 - Now strike the golden lyre again: A louder yet, and yet a louder strain ! Break his bands of sleep asunder And rouse him like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark ! the horrid sound Has raised up his head : As awaked from the dead, And amazed he stares around. Revenge, revenge...
Página 339 - High instincts, before which our mortal nature Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised : But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing...
Página 188 - Go, lovely Rose! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
Página 338 - Milton! thou should'st be living at this hour: England hath need of thee: she is a fen Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men. Oh! raise us up, return to us again; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Página 201 - And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony; That Orpheus...
Página 362 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord!