Lectures on English Literature: From Chaucer to TennysonParry & McMillan, 1855 - 411 pagini |
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Pagina xxiii
... give to the world these fragmentary memorials of his studious life ; and for them I beg an indulgent and candid criticism . WILLIAM B. REED . PHILADELPHIA , February 1st , 1855 . Henry Reed . FOR many days our eyes have seaward ...
... give to the world these fragmentary memorials of his studious life ; and for them I beg an indulgent and candid criticism . WILLIAM B. REED . PHILADELPHIA , February 1st , 1855 . Henry Reed . FOR many days our eyes have seaward ...
Pagina 24
... gives way to tears . Beneath the waves o'er which great ships go flitting , He waits the day when Ocean yields her dead ; And loving sighs and bitter drops are shed By desolate ones around his hearthstone sitting ; And , while they ...
... gives way to tears . Beneath the waves o'er which great ships go flitting , He waits the day when Ocean yields her dead ; And loving sighs and bitter drops are shed By desolate ones around his hearthstone sitting ; And , while they ...
Pagina 26
... give , he felt some guidance that was strength to him . One can recall , in after years , how it was , that an interest was first awakened in some book - how sympathy with an author's mind was earliest stirred - how senti- ments of ...
... give , he felt some guidance that was strength to him . One can recall , in after years , how it was , that an interest was first awakened in some book - how sympathy with an author's mind was earliest stirred - how senti- ments of ...
Pagina 28
... give it its highest value - noticing , in the first place , some of the difficulties which present themselves to a mind willing , at least , if not zealous , for such culture . The first inquiry that presents itself is , " What books ...
... give it its highest value - noticing , in the first place , some of the difficulties which present themselves to a mind willing , at least , if not zealous , for such culture . The first inquiry that presents itself is , " What books ...
Pagina 29
... give it welcome . It is mournful to think that the multitudinous oracles should be dumb to us . Furthermore , there is this difficulty , that , in the multitude , mingled in the indiscriminate throng , are evil books ; or , if not evil ...
... give it welcome . It is mournful to think that the multitudinous oracles should be dumb to us . Furthermore , there is this difficulty , that , in the multitude , mingled in the indiscriminate throng , are evil books ; or , if not evil ...
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Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 194 - But peaceful was the night Wherein the Prince of Light His reign of peace upon the earth began...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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...