Lectures on English Literature: From Chaucer to TennysonParry & McMillan, 1855 - 411 pagini |
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Pagina xxi
... look of painful anxiety . " They probably afterwards left this position , and repaired to the prome- nade deck . For a selfish struggle for life , with a helpless companion dependent upon him , with a physical frame unsuited for such a ...
... look of painful anxiety . " They probably afterwards left this position , and repaired to the prome- nade deck . For a selfish struggle for life , with a helpless companion dependent upon him , with a physical frame unsuited for such a ...
Pagina 32
... look at the simpler and humbler aims . of literature - healthful , innocent recreation - the recupe- rative influences which blend so happily with the severer functions of life , or whether we contemplate its elevating and chastening ...
... look at the simpler and humbler aims . of literature - healthful , innocent recreation - the recupe- rative influences which blend so happily with the severer functions of life , or whether we contemplate its elevating and chastening ...
Pagina 37
... look into the faces of our fellow - beings , the bright and laughing face , or the sad and sorrowing one ; there is a time too for silent , solitary , spiritual looking inward into the soul itself ; and thus by no one function , but by ...
... look into the faces of our fellow - beings , the bright and laughing face , or the sad and sorrowing one ; there is a time too for silent , solitary , spiritual looking inward into the soul itself ; and thus by no one function , but by ...
Pagina 42
... look at them , will show us the whole truth : " And the Lord God said , It is not good that the man should be alone ; I will make him an help meet for him . " " God doth not say , " observes an old English divine , " it is not good for ...
... look at them , will show us the whole truth : " And the Lord God said , It is not good that the man should be alone ; I will make him an help meet for him . " " God doth not say , " observes an old English divine , " it is not good for ...
Pagina 47
... look'd all native to her place , and yet On tiptoe seem'd to touch upon a sphere Too gross to tread , and all male minds perforce Sway'd to her from their orbits as they moved , And girdled her with music . Happy he With such a mother ...
... look'd all native to her place , and yet On tiptoe seem'd to touch upon a sphere Too gross to tread , and all male minds perforce Sway'd to her from their orbits as they moved , And girdled her with music . Happy he With such a mother ...
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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...