Lectures on English Literature: From Chaucer to TennysonParry & McMillan, 1855 - Всего страниц: 411 |
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... passage aft of the dining saloon . " They were tranquil and silent , though their faces wore the look of painful anxiety . " They probably afterwards left this position , and repaired to the prome- nade deck . For a selfish struggle for ...
... passage aft of the dining saloon . " They were tranquil and silent , though their faces wore the look of painful anxiety . " They probably afterwards left this position , and repaired to the prome- nade deck . For a selfish struggle for ...
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... passage , which I would commend to the reflection of every one , in the recent volume of that thoughtful book , " Friends in Council " —an admirable specimen of the essay - writing of our day . “ There is , " it is remarked , " a very ...
... passage , which I would commend to the reflection of every one , in the recent volume of that thoughtful book , " Friends in Council " —an admirable specimen of the essay - writing of our day . “ There is , " it is remarked , " a very ...
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... passage , says , in a letter now before me : " It has been shown conclusively that there can be no dependence placed on the census returns , and , except Massachusetts , I know of no state that has instituted inquiries for the special ...
... passage , says , in a letter now before me : " It has been shown conclusively that there can be no dependence placed on the census returns , and , except Massachusetts , I know of no state that has instituted inquiries for the special ...
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... passage occurring in a poem , which would be at once plain to them if divested of its cadence and rhythm ; not because it is thereby put into language in any degree more perspicuous , but because prose is the vehicle they are accustomed ...
... passage occurring in a poem , which would be at once plain to them if divested of its cadence and rhythm ; not because it is thereby put into language in any degree more perspicuous , but because prose is the vehicle they are accustomed ...
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... passage . Speaking of America , he had said , " The seeds of many a noble state have been sown in climates kept desolate by the wild manners of its ancient inhabitants , and an asylum ( is ) secured in that solitary world for liberty ...
... passage . Speaking of America , he had said , " The seeds of many a noble state have been sown in climates kept desolate by the wild manners of its ancient inhabitants , and an asylum ( is ) secured in that solitary world for liberty ...
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Стр. 316 - Yet, even in the Old Testament, if you listen to David's harp, you shall hear as many hearse-like airs as carols : and the pencil of the Holy Ghost hath laboured more in describing the afflictions of Job than the felicities of Solomon.
Стр. 36 - Dreams, books, are each a world ; and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good : Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood, Our pastime and our happiness will grow.
Стр. 195 - The oracles are dumb, No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving. No nightly trance or breathed spell Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
Стр. 228 - Through all the compass of the notes it ran, The diapason closing full in Man. What passion cannot Music raise and quell? When Jubal struck the chorded shell, His listening brethren stood around, And, wondering, on their faces fell To worship that celestial sound : Less than a god they thought there could not dwell Within the hollow of that shell, That spoke so sweetly, and so well.
Стр. 325 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Стр. 287 - Man knoweth not the price thereof ; Neither is it found in the land of the living. The depth saith, It is not in me: And the sea saith, It is not with me.
Стр. 194 - But peaceful was the night Wherein the Prince of Light His reign of peace upon the earth began...
Стр. 115 - There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.
Стр. 224 - Camoens soothed an exile's grief ; The sonnet glittered a gay myrtle leaf Amid the cypress with which Dante crowned His visionary brow: a glow-worm lamp, It cheered mild Spenser, called from Faery-land To struggle through dark ways; and when a damp Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand The thing became a trumpet ; whence he blew Soul-animating strains — alas, too few...
Стр. 111 - Scorn not the sonnet; Critic, you have frowned, Mindless of its just honours; with this key Shakespeare unlocked his heart; the melody Of this small lute gave ease to Petrarch's wound; A thousand times this pipe did Tasso sound; With it Camoens soothed an exile's grief; The sonnet glittered a gay myrtle leaf Amid the cypress with which Dante crowned His visionary brow: a glow-worm lamp, It...