Publications of the Modern Language Association of America, Volume 23

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The Association, 1908 - Franco-Provenšal dialects - 35 pages
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Vols. for 1921-1969 include annual bibliography, called 1921-1955, American bibliography; 1956-1963, Annual bibliography; 1964-1968, MLA international bibliography.
 

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Page 440 - There is a glorious city in the sea; The sea is in the broad, the narrow streets, Ebbing and flowing; and the salt seaweed Clings to the marble of her palaces.
Page 437 - Beneath is spread like a green sea The waveless plain of Lombardy, Bounded by the vaporous air, Islanded by cities fair. Underneath Day's azure eyes, Ocean's nursling, Venice lies, — A peopled labyrinth of walls, Amphitrite's destined halls, Which her hoary sire now paves With his blue and beaming waves.
Page 106 - THE LATE, | And much admired Play, | Called | Pericles, Prince [ of Tyre. | With the true Relation of the whole Historic, | aduentures, and fortunes of the said Prince: | As also, | The no lesse strange, and worthy accidents, | in the Birth and Life, of his Daughter | MARIANA. | As it hath been diuers and sundry times acted by | his Maiesties Seruants, at the Globe on | the Banckside. | By William Shakespeare. | Imprinted at London for Henry Gosson, and are | to be sold at the signe of the Sunne...
Page 453 - And says there's news to-day — the king Was shot at, touched in the liver-wing, Goes with his Bourbon arm in a sling : — She hopes they have not caught the felons. Italy, my Italy ! Queen Mary's saying serves for me — (When fortune's malice Lost her — Calais) — Open my heart and you will see Graved inside of it,
Page 434 - It will not bear the brightness of the day, Which streams too much on all years...
Page 434 - But when the rising moon begins to climb Its topmost arch, and gently pauses there; When the stars twinkle through the loops of time, And the low night-breeze waves along the air The garland-forest which the gray walls wear, Like laurels on the bald first...
Page 439 - O Italy, how beautiful thou art ! Yet I could weep — for thou art lying, alas, Low in the dust ; and we admire thee now As we admire the beautiful in death.
Page 262 - Throughout the universe, whatever exists, exists not so much for its own sake, as for the sake of something higher and nobler than itself.
Page 430 - With venerable grandeur mark the scene. Could nature's bounty satisfy the breast, The sons of Italy were surely blest. Whatever fruits in different climes...
Page 106 - The late, and much admired Play called Pericles, Prince of Tyre. With the true Relation of the whole Historic, adventures and fortunes of the said Prince : as also, The no lesse strange and worthy accidents, in the Birth and Life of his Daughter Mariana.

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