Lectures on English Literature: From Chaucer to TennysonParry & McMillan, 1855 - Всего страниц: 411 |
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... Passion is blind , not love ; her wondrous might Informs with three - fold power man's inward sight ; To her deep glance the soul , at large displayed , Shows all its mingled mass of light and shade : Men call her blind when she but ...
... Passion is blind , not love ; her wondrous might Informs with three - fold power man's inward sight ; To her deep glance the soul , at large displayed , Shows all its mingled mass of light and shade : Men call her blind when she but ...
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... passion , and so it gives power to the mind , in making us the better know ourselves and our fellow - beings . But most inadequate are his conceptions of truth , who thinks it has no range beyond the facts and outward things which ...
... passion , and so it gives power to the mind , in making us the better know ourselves and our fellow - beings . But most inadequate are his conceptions of truth , who thinks it has no range beyond the facts and outward things which ...
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... passions , and in imparting keen- ness and significancy to the language of discrimination , and especially to that of scorn . In Shakspeare for instance , what a blast of sarcasm whistles through that word , " Thrift , thrift , Horatio ...
... passions , and in imparting keen- ness and significancy to the language of discrimination , and especially to that of scorn . In Shakspeare for instance , what a blast of sarcasm whistles through that word , " Thrift , thrift , Horatio ...
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... passion , and their apt tune in language , is more , perhaps , than philosophy can discover ; but there is an interest in observing the fact ; and this also is to be thought of , that the true poet awakens this spiritual song in the ...
... passion , and their apt tune in language , is more , perhaps , than philosophy can discover ; but there is an interest in observing the fact ; and this also is to be thought of , that the true poet awakens this spiritual song in the ...
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... passions of pity , bitter anger , and grief are stirring for utterance . * It is thus in a nation's poetry ( that is , of course , when it is really poetry of a high and worthy kind ) that the language will be found in its highest ...
... passions of pity , bitter anger , and grief are stirring for utterance . * It is thus in a nation's poetry ( that is , of course , when it is really poetry of a high and worthy kind ) that the language will be found in its highest ...
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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...