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161 ページ - He had employed his mind chiefly upon works of fiction, and subjects of fancy; and by indulging some peculiar habits of thought, was eminently delighted with those flights of imagination which pass the bounds of nature, and to which the mind is reconciled only by a passive acquiescence in popular traditions.
205 ページ - Fled past on right and left how fast Each forest, grove, and bower ! On right and left fled past how fast Each city, town, and tower ! XLIX. " Dost fear ? dost fear ? The moon shines clear, Dost fear to ride with me ? — Hurrah ! hurrah ! the dead can ride ! " — " O William, let them be !— " See there, see there ! What yonder swings And creaks 'mid whistling rain ? " — " Gibbet and steel, th' accursed wheel ; A murderer in his chain.
46 ページ - While maidens laugh'd and minstrels sang, Still closer to her ear — But why pursue the common tale? Or wherefore show how knights prevail When ladies dare to hear ? Or wherefore trace from what slight cause Its source one tyrant passion draws, Till, mastering all within, Where lives the man that has not tried, How mirth can into folly glide, And folly into sin?
35 ページ - Paled in by many a lofty hill, The narrow dale lay smooth and still, And? down its verdant bosom led, A winding brooklet found its bed.
206 ページ - Tramp! tramp! along the land they rode, Splash! splash! along the sea; The scourge is red, the spur drops blood, The flashing pebbles flee. 'Hurrah! hurrah! well ride the dead; The bride, the bride is come; And soon we reach the bridal bed, For, Helen, here's my home.
170 ページ - This is good stuff for wise men to laugh at, or honest men to take pleasure at : yet I know, when God's Bible was banished the court, and Morte Arthur received into the prince's chamber.
169 ページ - In our forefathers' tyme, when Papistrie, as a standyng poole, covered and overflowed all England, fewe books were read in our tongue, savying certaine bookes of chevalrie, as they said, for pastime and pleasure; which, as some say, were made in the monasteries, by idle monks or wanton chanons. As one, for example, La Morte d* Arthure; the whole pleasure of which book standeth in two special!