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... John Gilpin , Saxe's Proud Miss McBride . PROSE . - Prose is composition without metre or rhyme . It is of nine kinds , —History , Biography , Novels , Travels , Letters , Reviews , Essays , Treatises , and Discourses . History is a ...
... John Gilpin , Saxe's Proud Miss McBride . PROSE . - Prose is composition without metre or rhyme . It is of nine kinds , —History , Biography , Novels , Travels , Letters , Reviews , Essays , Treatises , and Discourses . History is a ...
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... JOHN GOWER ( 1320 ? -1402 ) , called by Chaucer " Moral Gower , " author of a long , tedious poem entitled Confessio Amantis ( A Lover's Confession ) . SIR JOHN MANDEVILLE ( 1300-1372 ) , author of a book of Travels . PERIOD II . - AGE ...
... JOHN GOWER ( 1320 ? -1402 ) , called by Chaucer " Moral Gower , " author of a long , tedious poem entitled Confessio Amantis ( A Lover's Confession ) . SIR JOHN MANDEVILLE ( 1300-1372 ) , author of a book of Travels . PERIOD II . - AGE ...
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... JOHN SKELTON ( 1460–1529 ) , a satirical poet , first " Poet- Laureate , " tutor to the Duke of York , afterwards Henry VIII . , author of Colin Clout , Book of the Sparrow , etc. SIR THOMAS WYATT ( 1503–1542 ) , a statesman and lyric ...
... JOHN SKELTON ( 1460–1529 ) , a satirical poet , first " Poet- Laureate , " tutor to the Duke of York , afterwards Henry VIII . , author of Colin Clout , Book of the Sparrow , etc. SIR THOMAS WYATT ( 1503–1542 ) , a statesman and lyric ...
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... John Milton and John Bunyan . MILTON . 1608-1674 . John Milton , the greatest of English poets since Shakspeare , was born in 1608 , and died in 1674. Having spent seven years at the university and five years in studious retirement at ...
... John Milton and John Bunyan . MILTON . 1608-1674 . John Milton , the greatest of English poets since Shakspeare , was born in 1608 , and died in 1674. Having spent seven years at the university and five years in studious retirement at ...
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... John Bunyan , at first a poor , profane tinker , wrote , after his conversion , and while confined in Bedford jail , the greatest alle- gory in the world , Pilgrim's Progress . It has been translated into nearly every language , and has ...
... John Bunyan , at first a poor , profane tinker , wrote , after his conversion , and while confined in Bedford jail , the greatest alle- gory in the world , Pilgrim's Progress . It has been translated into nearly every language , and has ...
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Page 78 - WHEN Freedom from her mountain height Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night. And set the stars of glory there. She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then from his mansion in the sun She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand The symbol of her chosen land.
Page 85 - THE groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the roof above them — ere he framed The lofty vault, to gather and roll back The sound of anthems ; in the darkling wood, Amid the cool and silence, he knelt down, And offered to the Mightiest solemn thanks And supplication.
Page 87 - ALL are architects of Fate, Working in these walls of Time; Some with massive deeds and great, Some with ornaments of rhyme. Nothing useless is, or low; Each thing in its place is best; And what seems but idle show Strengthens and supports the rest.
Page 86 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Page 152 - The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an Eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist...
Page 24 - The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds.
Page 15 - Our revels now are ended... These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air, And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind: we are such stuff As dreams are made on; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep..
Page 160 - The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sear. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread...
Page 138 - If we work upon marble, it will perish ; if we work upon brass, time will efface it; if we rear temples, they will crumble into dust; but if we work upon immortal minds, if we imbue them with principles, with the just fear of God and love of our fellow-men, we engrave on those tablets something which will brighten to all eternity.
Page 144 - Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll ! Leave thy low-vaulted past! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, Till thou at length art free, Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea!