The Lost Beauties of the English Language: An Appeal to Authors, Poets, Clergymen and Public SpeakersChatto & Windus, 1874 - 288 pagina's |
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The Lost Beauties of the English Language: An Appeal to Authors, Poets ... Charles Mackay Volledige weergave - 1879 |
The Lost Beauties of the English Language: An Appeal to Authors, Poets ... Charles Mackay Volledige weergave - 1874 |
The Lost Beauties of the English Language: An Appeal to Authors, Poets ... Charles Mackay Volledige weergave - 1879 |
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adjective Allan Ramsay Allan Ramsay's Scotch America ancient Anglo-Saxon applied auld Ballad Beaumont and Fletcher beautiful Ben Jonson blow bonnie called Cantab Chaucer child common corruption Cumberland Cursor Mundi derived Dictionary diminutive Drayton English Language English word Epistle expression Faerie Queene fair formerly French German grass heart Henry Idem Jonson King lady land lass literature Lord meaning merry Metrical Romance Midsummer Night's Dream Milton Mirror for Magistrates modern word Morte Arthur muckle never night North of England o'er obsolete past participle Percy's Reliques person phrase Piers Ploughman poem poet poetry Polyolbion preterite Provincial Glossary quoted by Halliwell quoted by Nares Ramsay's Scotch Proverbs rede rhyme Robert Burns Romance of Sir root says Scotland Scottish Border sense Shakspeare Shanter Shrew signifies song Spenser sweet synonyme Tale thee thou tongue tree verb vulgar whence the modern wife wind
Populaire passages
Pagina 37 - I never heard the old song of Percy and Douglas that I found not my heart moved more than with a trumpet...
Pagina 212 - Unskilful he to note the card Of prudent lore, Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, And whelm him o'er ! Such fate to suffering worth...
Pagina 179 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Pagina 181 - King ! Long live our noble King! God save the King! Send him victorious, Happy and glorious, Long to reign over us ! God save the King!
Pagina 26 - Wi' mair o' horrible and awfu', Which ev"n to name wad be unlawfu'. As Tammie glowr'd, amaz'd, and curious, The mirth and fun grew fast and furious : The piper loud and louder blew ; The dancers quick and quicker flew ; They reel'd, they set, they cross'd, they cleekit, Till ilka carlin swat and reekit, And coost her duddies to the wark, And linket at it in her sark ! Now Tam, O Tam ! had thae been queans, A' plump and strapping in their teens ; Their sarks, instead o...
Pagina 49 - Ye banks and braes and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your waters never drumlie ! There simmer first unfauld her robes, And there the langest tarry ; For there I took the last fareweel O
Pagina 81 - mang the dewy weet ! Wi' spreckl'd breast, "When upward-springing, blythe, to greet, The purpling east. Cauld blew the bitter-biting north Upon thy early, humble birth ; Yet cheerfully thou glinted forth Amid the storm, Scarce rear'd above the parent earth Thy tender form. The flaunting flowers our gardens yield, High shelt'ring woods and wa's maun shield ; But thou, beneath the random bield O' clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field Unseen, alane.
Pagina 109 - I cannot tell, what you and other men Think of this life; but, for my single self, I had as lief not be, as live to be In awe of such a thing as I m,yself.
Pagina 262 - the Deep Voice cried ; ' So long enjoy'd, so oft misused, Alternate, in thy fickle pride, Desired, neglected, and accused ? ' Before my breath, like blazing flax, Man and his marvels pass away, And changing empires wane and wax, Are founded, flourish, and decay. ' Redeem mine hours — the space is brief — While in my glass the sand-grains shiver, And measureless thy joy or grief, When TIME and thou shall part for ever...
Pagina 130 - They'll shape me in your arms, Janet, A dove, but and a swan : And last they'll shape me in your arms A mother-naked man : Cast your green mantle over me— I'll be...