A Short History of England's LiteratureHoughton, Mifflin, 1905 - Počet stran: 276 |
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Strana 240 - Love took up the glass of Time and turn'd it in his glowing hands ; Every moment, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden sands. Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, pass'd in music out of sight. In
Strana 101 - Francis Beaumont, wrote : — What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid! heard words that have been So nimble and so full of subtle flame, As if that everyone from whence they came Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest, And had resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life.
Strana 104 - some few to be chewed and digested ; that is, some books are to be read only in parts ; others to be read, but not curiously; and some few to be read wholly and with diligence and attention. . . . Reading maketh a full man, conference a
Strana 90 - is : — With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies! How silently, and with how wan a face ! What, may it be that even in heavenly place That busy archer his sharp arrows tries ! Sure, if that long-with-love-acquainted eyes Can judge of love, thou feel'st a lover's case, I read it in thy looks;
Strana 135 - For he was of that stubborn crew Of errant saints, whom all men grant To be the true Church Militant: Such as do build their faith upon The holy text of pike and gun ; Decide all controversies by Infallible artillery, And prove their doctrine orthodox, By Apostolic blows and knocks. There was
Strana 45 - Whan Zephirus eek with his swete breeth Inspired hath in every holt and heeth The tendre croppes, and the yonge sonne Hath in the Ram his halfe cours y-ronne, And smale foweles maken melodye That slepen al the nyght with open eye,— So priketh hem Nature in hir corages, — Thanne longen folk to goon on pilgrimages.
Strana 209 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone; Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve ; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair. Keats
Strana 141 - The City shone like the sun; the streets also were paved with gold, and in them walked many men with crowns on their heads, palms in their hands, and golden harps to sing praises withal. . . . And after that they shut up the gates ; which, when I had seen, I wished myself among them.
Strana 114 - If they be two, they are two so As stiff twin compasses are two ; Thy soul, the fixed foot, makes no show To move, but doth if th' other do. And though it in the centre sit, Yet when the other far doth roam, It leans and hearkens after it, And grows erect as that comes home.
Strana 86 - Our souls, whose faculties can comprehend The wondrous architecture of the world, And measure every wandering planet's course, Still climbing after knowledge infinite, And always moving as the restless spheres, Will us to wear ourselves, and never rest, Until we reach the ripest fruit of all, That perfect bliss and sole felicity, The sweet fruition of an earthly crown.