Outlines of English and American LiteratureGinn, 1917 - 557 psl. |
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... Songs . Types of Earliest Poetry . Christian Literature of the Anglo - Saxon Period . The Northumbrian School . Bede . Cædmon . Cynewulf . The West - Saxon School . Alfred the Great . The Anglo- Saxon Chronicle . The Anglo - Norman or ...
... Songs . Types of Earliest Poetry . Christian Literature of the Anglo - Saxon Period . The Northumbrian School . Bede . Cædmon . Cynewulf . The West - Saxon School . Alfred the Great . The Anglo- Saxon Chronicle . The Anglo - Norman or ...
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... . Elizabeth Barrett Browning . Matthew Arnold . The Pre - Raphaelites . Rossetti . Morris . Swinburne . Minor Poets and Songs in Many Keys . 200 259 CONTENTS The Greater Victorian Novelists . Dickens . Thackeray . X CONTENTS.
... . Elizabeth Barrett Browning . Matthew Arnold . The Pre - Raphaelites . Rossetti . Morris . Swinburne . Minor Poets and Songs in Many Keys . 200 259 CONTENTS The Greater Victorian Novelists . Dickens . Thackeray . X CONTENTS.
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... Song of the Well " What is Literature ? In an old English book , written be fore Columbus dreamed of a westward journey to find the East , is the story of a traveler who set out to search the world for wisdom . Through Palestine and ...
... Song of the Well " What is Literature ? In an old English book , written be fore Columbus dreamed of a westward journey to find the East , is the story of a traveler who set out to search the world for wisdom . Through Palestine and ...
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... Song " : The merry Spring , he is my brother , And when he comes this way Each year again , he always asks me : Art thou not yet grown gray ? " But I , I keep my youth forever , Even as the Spring his May . A Definition . Literature ...
... Song " : The merry Spring , he is my brother , And when he comes this way Each year again , he always asks me : Art thou not yet grown gray ? " But I , I keep my youth forever , Even as the Spring his May . A Definition . Literature ...
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... song uprose , Sooth and sad its music . Then from hero's lips there fell A wonder - tale , well told . Beowulf , line 2017 ( a free rendering ) In its beginnings English literature is like a river , which proceeds not from a single ...
... song uprose , Sooth and sad its music . Then from hero's lips there fell A wonder - tale , well told . Beowulf , line 2017 ( a free rendering ) In its beginnings English literature is like a river , which proceeds not from a single ...
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264 psl. - And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O sea! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
122 psl. - The isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices That, if I then had wak'd after long sleep, Will make me sleep again ; and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that, when I wak'd, I cried to dream again.
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207 psl. - Inspired repulsed battalions to engage, And taught the doubtful battle where to rage. So when an angel by divine command With rising tempests shakes a guilty land, Such as of late o'er pale Britannia past, Calm and serene he drives the furious blast ; And, pleased the Almighty's orders to perform, Rides in the whirlwind, and directs the storm.
138 psl. - To move, but doth if th' other do. And though it in the center sit, Yet when the .other far doth roam, It leans and hearkens after it, And grows erect as that comes home. Such wilt thou be to me, who must, Like th' other foot, obliquely run: Thy firmness makes my circle just, And makes me end where I begun.
207 psl. - It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity; The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the Sea: Listen!
63 psl. - And portance in my travel's history; Wherein of antres vast, and deserts idle, Rough quarries, rocks, and hills whose heads touch heaven, It was my hint to speak, such was the process; And of the Cannibals that each other eat, The Anthropophagi, and men whose heads Do grow beneath their shoulders.