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... thou- sand lines , and is an invaluable monument of manners as well as of language . It was probably composed on the mainland , somewhere in the south of Sweden , and brought to England during the Danish rule . Its present form would ...
... thou- sand lines , and is an invaluable monument of manners as well as of language . It was probably composed on the mainland , somewhere in the south of Sweden , and brought to England during the Danish rule . Its present form would ...
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... thu I badd , And forthedd te thin wille , have done SO as thou badest , And performed to thee thy will , Icc hafe wennd inntill Englissh I have turned into English Goddspelless hallzhe lare , 14 The Gospel's holy lore , 1 Faith . 2 ...
... thu I badd , And forthedd te thin wille , have done SO as thou badest , And performed to thee thy will , Icc hafe wennd inntill Englissh I have turned into English Goddspelless hallzhe lare , 14 The Gospel's holy lore , 1 Faith . 2 ...
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... thou 3 Understanding . 4 Practise . NOTES . HOW TO SPELL . ( From the Ormulum . ) Affterr thatt little witt tatt me Min Drihhtin hafethth lenedd . Thu thohhtest tatt itt mihhte wel Till mikell frame turrnenn , Ziff Ennglissh follk ...
... thou 3 Understanding . 4 Practise . NOTES . HOW TO SPELL . ( From the Ormulum . ) Affterr thatt little witt tatt me Min Drihhtin hafethth lenedd . Thu thohhtest tatt itt mihhte wel Till mikell frame turrnenn , Ziff Ennglissh follk ...
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... thou . 12 Assay , try ( it ) . 13 Hast thou ? 16 Warrener . 5 She . 155 Whither ( that ) he I have . 10 Gossip , friend . 14 Peony seed . 15 Oaths . Tomkyn the Tinkere · Hikke the hakeney mon Clarisse of 24 24 SIXTH NATIONAL READER ...
... thou . 12 Assay , try ( it ) . 13 Hast thou ? 16 Warrener . 5 She . 155 Whither ( that ) he I have . 10 Gossip , friend . 14 Peony seed . 15 Oaths . Tomkyn the Tinkere · Hikke the hakeney mon Clarisse of 24 24 SIXTH NATIONAL READER ...
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... thou likest dearly ( or best ) . 20 Fetched . 24 Eat ( past tense ) , later ' ate . ' 21 Baked . 22 Onions . NOTES . 269. Therf , unleavened . B - text has ' haver , ' oat- , oaten : cf. Ger . hafer ( oats ) . 270. A lof . B - text ...
... thou likest dearly ( or best ) . 20 Fetched . 24 Eat ( past tense ) , later ' ate . ' 21 Baked . 22 Onions . NOTES . 269. Therf , unleavened . B - text has ' haver , ' oat- , oaten : cf. Ger . hafer ( oats ) . 270. A lof . B - text ...
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admiration Æneid ancient appeared Areopagitica Arth bastinado beauty Ben Jonson Beowulf Boethius Book born Cæsar called Canto Catiline chief common court Cromwell crown dead death doth earth ellipsis England English eyes Faery Queen fair FALSTAFF famous fear fleet give greatest Greek hand hath head heart heaven hence Henry History honour Hubert John John Denham Julius Cæsar king king's knight labour land language Latin Layamon learning licenser living look Lord lost Milton mind nature never noble NOTES noun o'er orig Ormulum Ovid Paradise Lost parliament person Pindar poem poet poetry Poins Pope praise prince pron prose Queen Roman Shak Shakspeare shew ships Sir Roger Spenser spirit sweet Tambre Tamburlaine thee things thou thought tion translation unto Vent verb Vergil verse word writing
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364 psl. - 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...
391 psl. - More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
282 psl. - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
282 psl. - With uncouth rhymes and shapeless sculpture decked, Implores the passing tribute of a sigh. Their name, their years, spelt by the unlettered muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die.
364 psl. - Cameron's gathering" rose !" (The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard — and heard, too, have her Saxon foes !) — How, in the noon of night, that pibroch thrills, Savage and shrill ! But with the breath which fills Their...
328 psl. - These beauteous forms, Through a long absence, have not been to me As is a landscape to a blind man's eye: But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart; And passing even into my purer mind, With tranquil restoration...
146 psl. - Reading maketh a full man, conference a ready man, and writing an exact man. And therefore, if a man write little, he had need have a great memory; if he confer little, he had need have a present wit; and if he read little, he had need have much cunning, to seem to know that he doth not. Histories make men wise; poets, witty; the mathematics, subtle; natural philosophy, deep; moral, grave; logic and rhetoric, able to contend.
128 psl. - Go thy ways, old Jack; die when thou wilt; if manhood, good manhood, be not forgot upon the face of the earth, then am I a shotten herring. There live not three good men unhanged in England; and one of them is fat and grows old; God help the while I a bad world, I say.
184 psl. - Thus Satan, talking to his nearest mate, With head up-lift above the wave, and eyes That sparkling blazed ; his other parts besides Prone on the flood, extended long and large, Lay floating many a rood...
282 psl. - Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest. Some Cromwell, guiltless of his country's blood. Th' applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes...