A History of English Literature: From Beowulf to 1926, 1 tomasScribner, 1926 - 547 psl. |
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... lively tones . After Wulfstan all was over : the Antichrist came indeed . The Danes became masters of the country , and then , after a short interval of independence , the Anglo - Saxons were brought under the Norman yoke . Such prose ...
... lively tones . After Wulfstan all was over : the Antichrist came indeed . The Danes became masters of the country , and then , after a short interval of independence , the Anglo - Saxons were brought under the Norman yoke . Such prose ...
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... lively , splendid colour in these lines . After the Anglo - Saxon verses it is almost blinding . Yet itself pales if it be compared with more southern poetry , where profusion of sonorous vowels makes a red and yellow vividness . For ...
... lively , splendid colour in these lines . After the Anglo - Saxon verses it is almost blinding . Yet itself pales if it be compared with more southern poetry , where profusion of sonorous vowels makes a red and yellow vividness . For ...
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... lively present- ment of the tumult of the battle- " Moult oïssiez graisles sonner . " But there is little poetry . The narrator may love fine sword - play and the din of the mêlée , but he no more loses his head than Froissart in the ...
... lively present- ment of the tumult of the battle- " Moult oïssiez graisles sonner . " But there is little poetry . The narrator may love fine sword - play and the din of the mêlée , but he no more loses his head than Froissart in the ...
51 psl.
... lively colours . He inclines to satire , and he makes frank attacks on the landlords , anticipating Piers Plowman , and does not spare the clergy , whom he blames for laxity , luxury and frivolity . A true monk , he has little ...
... lively colours . He inclines to satire , and he makes frank attacks on the landlords , anticipating Piers Plowman , and does not spare the clergy , whom he blames for laxity , luxury and frivolity . A true monk , he has little ...
56 psl.
... lively English poem , which has fifteen hundred brief lines of two accents , so that it is about seven times shorter than the other . Its adventures are hardly less numerous , but the descrip- tions introduced on the slightest pretext ...
... lively English poem , which has fifteen hundred brief lines of two accents , so that it is about seven times shorter than the other . Its adventures are hardly less numerous , but the descrip- tions introduced on the slightest pretext ...
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A History of English Literature– From Beowulf to 1926 William Vaughn Moody,Robert Morss Lovett Visos knygos peržiūra - 1926 |
A History of English Literature– From Beowulf to 1926 William Vaughn Moody,Robert Morss Lovett Visos knygos peržiūra - 1926 |
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