A manual of English literature and of the history of the English language [abridged from Sketches of the history of literature and learning in England].Griffin, Bohn, and Company, 1862 - 544 psl. |
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... respect and gratitude of posterity . All that we have written by Bede is in the Latin language . He was born some time between the years 672 and 677 , at Jarrow , a village near the mouth of the Tyne , in the county of Durham , and was ...
... respect and gratitude of posterity . All that we have written by Bede is in the Latin language . He was born some time between the years 672 and 677 , at Jarrow , a village near the mouth of the Tyne , in the county of Durham , and was ...
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... respect of language , more nearly akin to the Dutch and the Flemings than we are to the Germans . It may even be doubted if the English language ought not to be regarded as having more of a Scandinavian than of a purely Germanic ...
... respect of language , more nearly akin to the Dutch and the Flemings than we are to the Germans . It may even be doubted if the English language ought not to be regarded as having more of a Scandinavian than of a purely Germanic ...
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... respects . It was an unmixed language ; and it was what is called a synthetic , in contradistinction to an analytic , language . Its vocables were all of one stock or lineage ; and it expressed the relations of nouns and verbs , not by ...
... respects . It was an unmixed language ; and it was what is called a synthetic , in contradistinction to an analytic , language . Its vocables were all of one stock or lineage ; and it expressed the relations of nouns and verbs , not by ...
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... respect of everything else appertaining to the soul of the language , our understanding of it is about equally imperfect . The consequence is , that , although it can be translated , it cannot be written . The late Mr. Conybeare ...
... respect of everything else appertaining to the soul of the language , our understanding of it is about equally imperfect . The consequence is , that , although it can be translated , it cannot be written . The late Mr. Conybeare ...
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... respect to England , as he had been wont to take that of the Bastard with reference to his ancestral Normandy , William , as has been often explained , probably meant nothing more than that he had acquired his English sovereignty for ...
... respect to England , as he had been wont to take that of the Bastard with reference to his ancestral Normandy , William , as has been often explained , probably meant nothing more than that he had acquired his English sovereignty for ...
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A Manual of English Literature– And of the History of the English Language ... George Lillie Craik Visos knygos peržiūra - 1867 |
A Manual of English Literature– And of the History of the English Language ... George Lillie Craik Trumpų ištraukų rodinys - 1867 |
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