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... STORY - TELLING POETRY . Geoffrey Chaucer - The Canterbury Tales - The Knight's Tale - The Clerk's Tale , etc. - Criticisms on Chaucer - Difficulties in Reading Chaucer - No Story - Telling Poetry in the Sixteenth and Seventeenth ...
... STORY - TELLING POETRY . Geoffrey Chaucer - The Canterbury Tales - The Knight's Tale - The Clerk's Tale , etc. - Criticisms on Chaucer - Difficulties in Reading Chaucer - No Story - Telling Poetry in the Sixteenth and Seventeenth ...
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... story of Beowulf , but the poem is chiefly valuable for the insight which it gives us into the character and feelings of the people of the time when it was composed . The idea of fatalism - an idea not altogether confined to heathenism ...
... story of Beowulf , but the poem is chiefly valuable for the insight which it gives us into the character and feelings of the people of the time when it was composed . The idea of fatalism - an idea not altogether confined to heathenism ...
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... story of the miraculous inspiration of this the oldest of English poets : Cadmon was engaged in some capacity , either as servant or tenant , at the famous abbey of Hilda , at Whitby , in Northumberland . According to Bede's account ...
... story of the miraculous inspiration of this the oldest of English poets : Cadmon was engaged in some capacity , either as servant or tenant , at the famous abbey of Hilda , at Whitby , in Northumberland . According to Bede's account ...
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... story of Britain from the time of Brutus , the great - grandson of ¨¡neas , to the death of Cad- wallader , a Welsh king , in GSS . Notwithstanding the fabu- lous character of this story , it attained to a great popularity , and was for ...
... story of Britain from the time of Brutus , the great - grandson of ¨¡neas , to the death of Cad- wallader , a Welsh king , in GSS . Notwithstanding the fabu- lous character of this story , it attained to a great popularity , and was for ...
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... story commences with the destruction of Troy and the flight of Eneas , and extends to the reign of Athelstan , king of Anglo- Saxon England . Some of the less important passages of Wace are omitted , and their place is supplied by ...
... story commences with the destruction of Troy and the flight of Eneas , and extends to the reign of Athelstan , king of Anglo- Saxon England . Some of the less important passages of Wace are omitted , and their place is supplied by ...
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386 ÆäÀÌÁö - Piping down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing said to me : — ' Pipe a song about a lamb : ' So I piped with merry cheer. ' Piper, pipe that song again : ' So I piped ; he wept to hear.
359 ÆäÀÌÁö - Those are Grecian ghosts, that in battle were slain And unburied remain Inglorious on the plain : Give the vengeance due To the valiant crew ! Behold how they toss their torches on high, How they point to the Persian abodes And glittering temples of their hostile gods.
545 ÆäÀÌÁö - IT WAS many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me.
313 ÆäÀÌÁö - Only with speeches fair She woos the gentle air To hide her guilty front with innocent snow, And on her naked shame, Pollute with sinful blame, The saintly veil of maiden white to throw; Confounded, that her Maker's eyes Should look so near upon her foul deformities.
375 ÆäÀÌÁö - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me ; my spirit's bark is driven Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given ; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven ! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar ; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
460 ÆäÀÌÁö - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
544 ÆäÀÌÁö - or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you" — here I opened wide the door — Darkness there and nothing more.
348 ÆäÀÌÁö - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak, She quells the floods below, — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow, When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
332 ÆäÀÌÁö - Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints.
346 ÆäÀÌÁö - Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go mark him well...