Cambridge Essays, Volumul 1John W. Parker and son, 1855 |
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Pagina 10
... present - sate with a care - knit brow , plotting dramas on a wider stage , and meditating how he can thwart his King and serve his country by breaking off the intrigue , or yet worse ( for so he deemed it ) , the marriage , between ...
... present - sate with a care - knit brow , plotting dramas on a wider stage , and meditating how he can thwart his King and serve his country by breaking off the intrigue , or yet worse ( for so he deemed it ) , the marriage , between ...
Pagina 30
... , among others , a present of jewellery - that those famous words occur , Vous êtes orfévre Monsieur Josse , ' which have since become a * J. J. Rousseau on Le Misanthrope . 31 proverb 30 The Life and Genius of Molière .
... , among others , a present of jewellery - that those famous words occur , Vous êtes orfévre Monsieur Josse , ' which have since become a * J. J. Rousseau on Le Misanthrope . 31 proverb 30 The Life and Genius of Molière .
Pagina 33
... present to Shakspeare's mind . The middle of humanity thou never knewest , ' - precisely ! Timon is a man who has been a spendthrift , not merely in gold , but in that which is more precious than gold , the affec- tions of the heart ...
... present to Shakspeare's mind . The middle of humanity thou never knewest , ' - precisely ! Timon is a man who has been a spendthrift , not merely in gold , but in that which is more precious than gold , the affec- tions of the heart ...
Pagina 35
... present case , however , these paths , so far from being parallel , lie in totally opposite fields . Shakspeare , as became his kingly spirit , has summoned to his aid some of the deepest feelings of human nature , drawn music from the ...
... present case , however , these paths , so far from being parallel , lie in totally opposite fields . Shakspeare , as became his kingly spirit , has summoned to his aid some of the deepest feelings of human nature , drawn music from the ...
Pagina 37
... present instance , we must remember that Molière's play was considered all the more personal because in it he attacked , not religion itself , but the professors of religion - a cause which is very frequently held to be the more sacred ...
... present instance , we must remember that Molière's play was considered all the more personal because in it he attacked , not religion itself , but the professors of religion - a cause which is very frequently held to be the more sacred ...
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Pagina 43 - I was confirmed in this opinion, that he who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things, ought himself to be a true poem...
Pagina 280 - but no. From scarped cliff and quarried stone She cries " a thousand types are gone : I care for nothing, all shall go. " Thou makest thine appeal to me : I bring to life, I bring to death : The spirit does but mean the breath : I know no more.
Pagina 246 - Dry clash'd his harness in the icy caves And barren chasms, and all to left and right The bare black cliff clang'd round him, as he based His feet on juts of slippery crag that rang Sharp-smitten with the dint of armed heels — And on a sudden, lo! the level lake, And the long glories of the winter moon.
Pagina 280 - Nature, red in tooth and claw With ravine, shriek'd against his creed — Who loved, who suffer'd countless ills, Who battled for the True, the Just, Be blown about the desert dust, Or seal'd within the iron hills ? No more ? A monster then, a dream, A discord. Dragons of the prime, That tare each other in their slime, Were mellow music match'd with him. O life as futile, then, as frail ! 0 for thy voice to soothe and bless ! What hope of answer, or redress ? Behind the veil, behind the veil.
Pagina 81 - And one, the reapers at their sultry toil. In front they bound the sheaves. Behind Were realms of upland, prodigal in oil, And hoary to the wind. And one, a foreground black with stones and slags, Beyond a line of heights, and higher All barr'd with long white cloud the scornful crags, And highest, snow and fire. And one, an English home— gray twilight pour'd On dewy pastures, dewy trees, Softer than sleep — all things in order stored, A haunt of ancient Peace.
Pagina 261 - Many a night from yonder ivied casement, ere I went to rest, Did I look on great Orion sloping slowly to the West. Many a night I saw the Pleiads, rising thro' the mellow shade, Glitter like a swarm of fire-flies tangled in a silver braid.
Pagina 261 - Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, pass'd in music out of sight.
Pagina 245 - Thou wouldst betray me for the precious hilt; Either from lust of gold, or like a girl Valuing the giddy pleasure of the eyes. Yet, for a man may fail in duty twice, And the third time may prosper, get thee hence: But, if thou spare to fling Excalibur, I will arise and slay thee with my hands.
Pagina 262 - I was left a trampled orphan, and a selfish uncle's ward. Or to burst all links of habit — there to wander far away, On from island unto island at the gateways of the day.
Pagina 278 - Unfettered by the sense of crime, To whom a conscience never wakes; Nor, what may count itself as blest, The heart that never plighted troth But stagnates in the weeds of sloth; Nor any want-begotten rest. I hold it true, whate'er...