Lectures on English Literature: From Chaucer to TennysonParry & McMillan, 1855 - Počet stran: 411 |
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Strana 26
... called " education , " hints and suggestions , criticism , literary sympathies , and even literary antagonism , become the more expanded and freer discipline , which lasts through life . We cannot tell how much of good we may thus do to ...
... called " education , " hints and suggestions , criticism , literary sympathies , and even literary antagonism , become the more expanded and freer discipline , which lasts through life . We cannot tell how much of good we may thus do to ...
Strana 38
... called , . for the very same reason that it is so much more durable than the literature of know- • ... • ledge is . . more intense and electrically searching in its impressions . The directions in which the tragedy of this planet has ...
... called , . for the very same reason that it is so much more durable than the literature of know- • ... • ledge is . . more intense and electrically searching in its impressions . The directions in which the tragedy of this planet has ...
Strana 69
... called guiding authors , whose genial love of letters was not only a light to their own lives , but still shines , a lamp to show the path to others . You feel that what they loved may fitly be loved by you ; that what stirred their ...
... called guiding authors , whose genial love of letters was not only a light to their own lives , but still shines , a lamp to show the path to others . You feel that what they loved may fitly be loved by you ; that what stirred their ...
Strana 70
... called a religious criticism , for it holds out its warnings when multitudes are mad ; and there is a criticism founded upon patient research and studious deliberation , which , even if it be given somewhat rudely and harshly , cannot ...
... called a religious criticism , for it holds out its warnings when multitudes are mad ; and there is a criticism founded upon patient research and studious deliberation , which , even if it be given somewhat rudely and harshly , cannot ...
Strana 77
... called the land of prose , Where many living things were seen In movement or repose . I looked upon a stately hill , That well was named the mount of song , Where golden shadows dwelt at will , The woods and streams among . But most ...
... called the land of prose , Where many living things were seen In movement or repose . I looked upon a stately hill , That well was named the mount of song , Where golden shadows dwelt at will , The woods and streams among . But most ...
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Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 194 - But peaceful was the night Wherein the Prince of Light His reign of peace upon the earth began...
Strana 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.
Strana 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...
Strana 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...