Anglia: Zeitschrift für englische Philologie, Volume 9M. Niemeyer, 1886 |
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Página 405 - Must I remember? why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on; and yet, within a month, Let me not think on't: Frailty, thy name is woman! A little month, or ere those shoes were old With which she follow'd my poor father's body...
Página 315 - ... young. He observed as vigilantly, meditated as deeply, and judged as temperately, when he gave his first work to the world as at the close of his long career. But in eloquence, in sweetness and variety of expression, and in richness of illustration, his later writings are far superior to those of his youth.
Página 315 - I myself have seen at the least twelve copies of the Instauration, revised year by year one after another, and every year altered and amended in the frame thereof, till at last it came to that model in which it was committed to the press ; as many living creatures do lick their young ones, till they bring them to their strength of limbs.
Página 35 - Nan thaim sayis as thai thaim wroght, And in ther saying it semes noght, That -may thou here in Sir Tristrem, Over gestes it has the steem, Over all that is or was, If men it sayd as made Thomas ; Bot Ihere it no man so say, That of some copple som is away.
Página 458 - And thocht ye se ane staf, haif ye na dout, 190 Bothald yowwinder24 still in to that steid;26 And luik your ene be clois, as thay war out, And se that ye schrink nouther fute nor heid: Than will the cadgear carle trow ye be deid, And in till haist26 will hint yow be the heillis, As he did me, and swak yow on his creillis.' ' Now,' quod the wolf, ' I sweir the be my thrift, I trow yone cadger carle he will me beir.
Página 215 - I've lived in the North ; so I know the average all around. The average man's a coward. In the North he lets anybody walk over him that wants to, and goes home and prays for a humble spirit to bear it. In the South one man, all by himself, has stopped a stage full of men in the daytime, and robbed the lot.
Página 204 - Whence is it, that the flowret of the field doth fade, And lyeth buried long in Winters bale ; Yet, soone as Spring his mantle hath displayde, 85 It flowreth fresh, as it should never fayle ? But thing on earth that is of most availe, As vertues branch and beauties bud, Reliven not for any good.
Página 593 - I have tried to show the feelings which are working in the age, in a fragmentary and turbid state. In the next part, 'The Artists,' I shall try to unravel the tangled skein, by means of conversations on art, connected as they will be necessarily with the deepest questions of science, anthropology, social life, and Christianity. And looking at the art of a people as at once the very truest symbol of its faith, and a vast means for its further education, I think it a good path in which to form the...
Página 207 - Queene of shepheardes all : Which once he made, as by a spring he laye, And tuned it unto the Waters fall.
Página 325 - Death lies on her, like an untimely frost Upon the sweetest flower of the field.