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... expression for the emotions . Unlike modern writers , the ancients seldom undertook to make literature unless they felt so deeply that silence was impossible . The Form of Anglo - Saxon Poetry . Each long line is divided into two parts ...
... expression for the emotions . Unlike modern writers , the ancients seldom undertook to make literature unless they felt so deeply that silence was impossible . The Form of Anglo - Saxon Poetry . Each long line is divided into two parts ...
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... expressions abound . Anglo - Saxon prose was written chiefly in the southern part of England . The golden period of prose coincides with Alfred's reign , 871-901 , and he is the greatest prose writer . His translations of Latin text ...
... expressions abound . Anglo - Saxon prose was written chiefly in the southern part of England . The golden period of prose coincides with Alfred's reign , 871-901 , and he is the greatest prose writer . His translations of Latin text ...
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... expression is specially intimate . A great literature demands a rich vocabulary capable of expressing delicate shades of difference in thought and feeling . A musician may possess the highest type of ability , but if he is compelled to ...
... expression is specially intimate . A great literature demands a rich vocabulary capable of expressing delicate shades of difference in thought and feeling . A musician may possess the highest type of ability , but if he is compelled to ...
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... for both the adjective and the noun , and his expression would have been gode giefa . good gifts , " he would have inflected " the " and made the For " the case ending of " good " different from what it CHANGES WROUGHT IN THE LANGUAGE 49.
... for both the adjective and the noun , and his expression would have been gode giefa . good gifts , " he would have inflected " the " and made the For " the case ending of " good " different from what it CHANGES WROUGHT IN THE LANGUAGE 49.
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... expression . With the exception of a few nouns like ox , oxen , or mouse , mice , the sole inflection of nouns is the addition of ' s , s , or es for the possessive and the plural . Our pronouns are still declined , and mistakes are ...
... expression . With the exception of a few nouns like ox , oxen , or mouse , mice , the sole inflection of nouns is the addition of ' s , s , or es for the possessive and the plural . Our pronouns are still declined , and mistakes are ...
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Page 55 - Her voice was ever soft, Gentle, and low, — an excellent thing in woman.
Page 287 - I BRING fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams ; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
Page 291 - 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.
Page 159 - Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades, and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks, Throw hither all your quaint enamelled eyes, That on the green turf suck the honied showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.
Page 103 - 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.
Page 362 - Pray for my soul. 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.
Page 142 - O that this too too solid flesh would melt, Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew! Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd His canon 'gainst self-slaughter!
Page 345 - How good is man's life, the mere living! how fit to employ All the heart and the soul and the senses forever in joy!
Page 145 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
Page 284 - There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.