I Found Some Books

Manual of English Grammar and Composition
J. C. Nesfield, M.A. Macmillan and co., Limited, St Martins Street, London (1913)

Dialects of Old English:

North of the river Humber and up to the Scottish Highlands. Represented by Northumberland and lowland Scotch. Less perfectly used by Yorkshire and Lincolnshire. Imported by Angels.

Between the Humber and Thames, the great ancestor of modern English. Closely allied to the dialect of Saxons than Angles and Danes.

South of the Thames, imported by Saxons. Named in the 16th Century as being Anglo-Saxon however it was never referred to as this at that time.

Back to Basics: The Education You Wish You’d Had
Caroline Taggart. Michael O’Mara Books Limited. Tremadoc Road, London (2012)

Classical Myths:

Helen of Troy
She was actually the wife of Menelaus, King of Sparta. She only ended up in Troy due to running away (possibly abducted by) with Trojan Prince, Paris. Thus resulting in a war.

He was a demigod, the son of Zeus and a mortal woman. He went on to have to complete 12 near impossible labours, hence the modern expression ‘a herculean task’.

Poems and Prose
Edgar Allan Poe, Everyman’s Library Pocket Poets, Vauxhall Bridge Road, London (1995)

Spirits of the Dead

Thy soul shall find itself alone
‘Mid dark thoughts of the gray tomb-stone –
Not one, of all the crowd, to pry
Into thine hour of secrecy:

Be silent in that solitude,
Which is no loneliness – for them
The spirits of the dead who stood
In life before thee are again
In death around thee – and their will
Shall overshadow thee: Be still.

The night – tho’ clear – shall frown –
And the stars shall look not down,
From their high thrones in the heaven,
With light like Hope to mortals given –
But their red orbs, without beam,
To thy weariness shall seem
As a burning and a fever
Which would cling to thee for ever.

Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish –
Now are visions ne’er to vanish –
From thy spirit shall they pass
No more – like dew-drop from the grass.

The breeze – the breath of God – is still –
And the mist upon the hill
Shadowy – shadowy – yet unbroken,
Is a symbol and a token –
How it hangs upon the trees,
A mystery of mysteries! –


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