The Handbook of Specimens of English Literature: Selected from the Chief British Authors, and Arranged ChronologicallyReligious Tract Society, 1880 - 688 páginas |
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... cause , as we very easily may with God's help , if we have leisure , that all the youth that is now in the English nation of free - men , those that have wealth to maintain themselves may be put to learning , the while they can employ ...
... cause , as we very easily may with God's help , if we have leisure , that all the youth that is now in the English nation of free - men , those that have wealth to maintain themselves may be put to learning , the while they can employ ...
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... cause discord betwixt king and people . ' Sitteth alle stille , ant herkneth to me : The. swerien to healden and to werien the isetnesses , thaet beon imakede and beon to makien thurg than tofo- reniseide raedesmen other thurg the moare ...
... cause discord betwixt king and people . ' Sitteth alle stille , ant herkneth to me : The. swerien to healden and to werien the isetnesses , thaet beon imakede and beon to makien thurg than tofo- reniseide raedesmen other thurg the moare ...
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... cause discord betwixt king and people . ' Sitteth alle stille , ant herkneth to me : The. swerien to healden and to werien the isetnesses , thaet beon imakede and beon to makien thurg than tofo- reniseide raedesmen other thurg the moare ...
... cause discord betwixt king and people . ' Sitteth alle stille , ant herkneth to me : The. swerien to healden and to werien the isetnesses , thaet beon imakede and beon to makien thurg than tofo- reniseide raedesmen other thurg the moare ...
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... cause thou camest this way Thy sheep was strayed ; and thou would'st be Even lost thyself in seeking me . Shall all that labour , all that cost Of love , and e'en that loss , be lost , And this lov'd soul , judg'd worth no less , Than ...
... cause thou camest this way Thy sheep was strayed ; and thou would'st be Even lost thyself in seeking me . Shall all that labour , all that cost Of love , and e'en that loss , be lost , And this lov'd soul , judg'd worth no less , Than ...
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... cause of his friend Wickliffe , and what was afterwards the cause of the Reformation . His style sounds to modern readers intensely French : and he has been tharged by Verstegan , by Skinner , and by Dryden with corrupting our language ...
... cause of his friend Wickliffe , and what was afterwards the cause of the Reformation . His style sounds to modern readers intensely French : and he has been tharged by Verstegan , by Skinner , and by Dryden with corrupting our language ...
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Página 420 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Página 576 - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulph'rous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry ! Few, few shall part where many meet ! The snow shall be their winding-sheet, And every turf beneath their feet Shall be a soldier's sepulchre.
Página 602 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness: And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts; and choking sighs. Which ne'er might be repeated: who could guess If ever more should meet those mutual eyes, Since upon night so sweet such awful morn could rise!
Página 118 - It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes : 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest ; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown. His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings ; But mercy is above this sceptred sway : It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself, And earthly power doth then show likest God's, When mercy seasons justice.
Página 611 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Página 116 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not. Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Página 188 - Sweet Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like seasoned timber, never gives ; But though the whole world turn to coal, Then...
Página 306 - Twas but a kindred sound to move, For pity melts the mind to love. Softly sweet, in Lydian measures, Soon he soothed his soul to pleasures. War, he sung, is toil and trouble; Honour, but an empty bubble; Never ending, still beginning, Fighting still, and still destroying; If the world be worth thy winning, Think, O think it worth enjoying! Lovely Thais sits beside thee, Take the good the gods provide thee!
Página 136 - ... of business. For expert men can execute, and perhaps judge of particulars, one by one; but the general counsels, and the plots, and marshalling of affairs come best from those that are learned.
Página 472 - It was at Rome, on the 15th of October, 1764, as I sat musing amidst the ruins of the Capitol, while the bare-footed friars were singing vespers in the temple of Jupiter,* that the idea of writing the decline and fall of the city first started to my mind.