A First View of English LiteratureC. Scribner's sons, 1923 - 424 psl. |
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Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
adventure American Anglo-Saxon appeared Ballads beauty began Ben Jonson Beowulf blank verse born Browning's Byron called Canterbury Tales Carlyle character Charles Chaucer chief church classical Coleridge comedy criticism death drama Dryden early Elizabethan Emerson England English essays Faerie Queene famous father fiction Frederick Hollyer French friends George George Eliot give Henry human humor influence interest John Johnson Julius Cæsar King King Arthur later Layamon letters literary literature lived London lyric Milton miracle plays modern moral nature night Northumbria novel Paradise Lost passion period plays poems poet poetic poetry political Pope popular prose published Puritan Queen reading realism Reformation religious Renaissance romantic Sartor Resartus satire Saxon Scott Shakespeare Shelley Shelley's shows social society songs sonnet Spenser spirit story struggle style Swift Tennyson thought tion tragedy verse volume Wordsworth writing written wrote young youth
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79 psl. - O eloquent, just, and mighty Death! whom none could advise, thou hast persuaded; what none hath dared, thou hast done; and whom all the world hath flattered, thou only hast cast out of the world and despised: thou hast drawn together all the far-stretched greatness, all the pride, cruelty, and ambition of man, and covered it all over with these two narrow words, Hie jacet.
391 psl. - OUT of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed.
196 psl. - Sir, a woman's preaching is like a dog's walking on his hind legs. It is not done well ; but you are surprised to find it done at all.
108 psl. - Yes, trust them not ! for there is an upstart crow, beautified with our feathers, that with his " Tiger's heart wrapped in a player's hide," supposes he is as well able to bombast out a blank verse as the best of you ; and, being an absolute Johannes Factotum, is, in his own conceit, the only Shake-scene in a country.
256 psl. - Of aspect more sublime: that blessed mood In which the burthen of the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world, Is lightened; that serene and blessed mood, In which the affections gently lead us on, Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul...
170 psl. - Collier published his Short View of the Profaneness and Immorality of the English Stage...
100 psl. - Was this the face that launched a thousand ships And burnt the topless towers of Ilium ? Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss.
180 psl. - The King was struck with horror at the description I had given of those terrible engines, and the proposal I had made. He was amazed how so impotent and grovelling an insect as I (these were his expressions) could entertain such inhuman ideas...
99 psl. - From jigging veins of rhyming mother wits And such conceits as clownage keeps in pay, We'll lead you to the stately tent of war Where you shall hear the Scythian Tamburlaine Threatening the world with high astounding terms And scourging kingdoms with his conquering sword.
333 psl. - From too much love of living, From hope and fear set free, We thank with brief thanksgiving Whatever gods may be That no life lives for ever; That dead men rise up never; That even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea.