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... Perhaps it was meant to be imitative . There is a parallel O.H.G. name spelt hreigir ( answering to A.-S. hragra ) , whence the mod . G. Reiher . As to the supposed imitative origin , see Franck's account of the Du . reiger in his ...
... Perhaps it was meant to be imitative . There is a parallel O.H.G. name spelt hreigir ( answering to A.-S. hragra ) , whence the mod . G. Reiher . As to the supposed imitative origin , see Franck's account of the Du . reiger in his ...
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... Perhaps the only one of the first class is Knapp's , yet even Knapp has no mention of the curious and most important law of accent to which I am about to draw attention . Years ago I noticed that , although the correct pronunciation of ...
... Perhaps the only one of the first class is Knapp's , yet even Knapp has no mention of the curious and most important law of accent to which I am about to draw attention . Years ago I noticed that , although the correct pronunciation of ...
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... perhaps worth saying that one mark of a Norman scribe is that he usually changes every A.-S. œ , whether long or short , into a or e , symbols with which he was more familiar . WALTER W. SKEAT . “ SNY " ( 8th S. xii . 447 ; 9th S. i ...
... perhaps worth saying that one mark of a Norman scribe is that he usually changes every A.-S. œ , whether long or short , into a or e , symbols with which he was more familiar . WALTER W. SKEAT . “ SNY " ( 8th S. xii . 447 ; 9th S. i ...
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... perhaps I may be allowed to state , for the informa- tion of MR . PLATT , that the inhabitants of the town and neighbourhood always call it Keethley . In all documents of the sixteenth and seventeenth centuries that have come under my ...
... perhaps I may be allowed to state , for the informa- tion of MR . PLATT , that the inhabitants of the town and neighbourhood always call it Keethley . In all documents of the sixteenth and seventeenth centuries that have come under my ...
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... perhaps have been more satisfactory to separate the Ros seals in accordance with these facts . 6 In the Catalogue , ' No. 16,798 is ascribed to Hugh Ros , Baron Ros , the legend being " Shugonis ros baronis . " Laing ( Catalogue , ' No ...
... perhaps have been more satisfactory to separate the Ros seals in accordance with these facts . 6 In the Catalogue , ' No. 16,798 is ascribed to Hugh Ros , Baron Ros , the legend being " Shugonis ros baronis . " Laing ( Catalogue , ' No ...
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Page 449 - La mort a des rigueurs à nulle autre pareilles ; On a beau la prier, La cruelle qu'elle est se bouche les oreilles, Et nous laisse crier. Le pauvre en sa cabane, où le chaume le couvre, Est sujet à ses lois ; Et la garde qui veille aux barrières du Louvre N'en défend point nos Rois. De murmurer contre elle et perdre patience II est mal à propos ; Vouloir ce que Dieu veut est la seule science Qui nous met en repos.
Page 452 - tis, to cast one's eyes so low! The crows and choughs, that wing the midway air, Show scarce so gross as beetles : Half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire; dreadful trade! Methinks, he seems no bigger than his head: The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice; and yon...
Page 114 - What if it tempt you toward the flood, my lord, Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff That beetles o'er his base into the sea, And there assume some other horrible form, Which might deprive your sovereignty of reason And draw you into madness ? Think of it: The very place puts toys of desperation, Without more motive, into every brain That looks so many fathoms to the sea And hears it roar beneath.
Page 67 - Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep ; If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take ; And this I ask for Jesus
Page 47 - The various terrors of that horrid shore ; Those blazing suns that dart a downward ray, And fiercely shed intolerable day ; Those matted woods where birds forget to sing, But silent bats in drowsy clusters cling...
Page 114 - Come not to me again : but say to Athens, Timon hath made his everlasting mansion Upon the beached verge of the salt flood ; Who once a day with his embossed froth The turbulent surge shall cover : thither come, And let my grave-stone be your oracle.
Page 35 - Are we a piece of machinery, which, like the .¿Eolian harp, passive, takes the impression of the passing accident; or do these workings argue something within us above the trodden clod? I own myself partial to such proofs of those awful and important realities: a God that made all things, man's immaterial and immortal nature, and a world of weal or woe beyond death and the grave.
Page 138 - SHE is not fair to outward view As many maidens be, Her loveliness I never knew Until she smiled on me. O then I saw her eye was bright, A well of love, a spring of light. But now her looks are coy and cold, To mine they ne'er reply, And yet I cease not to behold The love-light in her eye : Her very frowns are fairer far Than smiles of other maidens are.
Page 176 - He is an evening reveller, who makes His life an infancy, and sings his fill; At intervals, some bird from out the brakes Starts into voice a moment, then is still. There seems a floating whisper on the hill, But that is fancy, for the starlight dews All silently their tears of love instil, Weeping themselves away, till they infuse Deep into Nature's breast the spirit of her hues.
Page 256 - God be thanked, the meanest of his creatures Boasts two soul-sides, one to face the world with, One to show a woman when he loves her!