Lectures on English Literature: From Chaucer to TennysonParry & McMillan, 1855 - Počet stran: 411 |
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Strana xvii
... Perhaps , in the analysis of my feelings , there may be another pardonable motive , in an affectionate desire , not diminishing , but grow- ing with every hour of desolate separation , of connecting some work of mine with his . Now that ...
... Perhaps , in the analysis of my feelings , there may be another pardonable motive , in an affectionate desire , not diminishing , but grow- ing with every hour of desolate separation , of connecting some work of mine with his . Now that ...
Strana 26
... perhaps no one , to whom the intercourse with books has grown to be happy and habitual , who cannot recall the time when , needing other counsel than his own mind could give , he felt some guidance that was strength to him . One can ...
... perhaps no one , to whom the intercourse with books has grown to be happy and habitual , who cannot recall the time when , needing other counsel than his own mind could give , he felt some guidance that was strength to him . One can ...
Strana 33
... perhaps , any language , on the birth - the life - the undying destiny of the soul of man . I have dwelt upon this prime quality of literature , its universality , because , simple as it is , it is practically lost sight of , in the ...
... perhaps , any language , on the birth - the life - the undying destiny of the soul of man . I have dwelt upon this prime quality of literature , its universality , because , simple as it is , it is practically lost sight of , in the ...
Strana 40
... perhaps the meanest thing to read it for : it may be read for amusement , and that may be seasonable and salutary ; but it also may be read for happiness , rather than for mere pleasure , for a perpetual rather than a passing joy : it ...
... perhaps the meanest thing to read it for : it may be read for amusement , and that may be seasonable and salutary ; but it also may be read for happiness , rather than for mere pleasure , for a perpetual rather than a passing joy : it ...
Strana 52
... perhaps best be seen in the practical application of them to the guidance and formation of our habits of reading . It Biographia Literaria , of S. T. C. Vol . i . Part . 1. p . clxxxiv . Ed . 1847. This daughter was Mrs. Sara Coleridge ...
... perhaps best be seen in the practical application of them to the guidance and formation of our habits of reading . It Biographia Literaria , of S. T. C. Vol . i . Part . 1. p . clxxxiv . Ed . 1847. This daughter was Mrs. Sara Coleridge ...
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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...