Lectures on English Literature: From Chaucer to TennysonParry & McMillan, 1855 - 411 Seiten |
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... hand with the boundless exuberance of their stores . There is the great multitude of books in our own Eng- lish words ; there is the host as large , which , in the kin- dred dialects of the North , the mind of Germany has given to ...
... hand with the boundless exuberance of their stores . There is the great multitude of books in our own Eng- lish words ; there is the host as large , which , in the kin- dred dialects of the North , the mind of Germany has given to ...
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... hand , or on the other the voracious appetite that takes no heed of the various uses of books . A book may be read merely to talk about , and that is perhaps the meanest thing to read it for : it may be read for amusement , and that may ...
... hand , or on the other the voracious appetite that takes no heed of the various uses of books . A book may be read merely to talk about , and that is perhaps the meanest thing to read it for : it may be read for amusement , and that may ...
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... hand , that power of enjoyment lost , after years of intelligent and habitual reading , by giving way to a narrow bigotry in the choice of books . Daintiness , let it be always remembered , is disease , and fastidiousness is weakness ...
... hand , that power of enjoyment lost , after years of intelligent and habitual reading , by giving way to a narrow bigotry in the choice of books . Daintiness , let it be always remembered , is disease , and fastidiousness is weakness ...
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... hand upon its mouth because it is astonished , casting its shoes from off its feet because it finds all ground holy , lament- ing over itself , and testing itself by the way it fits things . " * This finely - conceived contrast between ...
... hand upon its mouth because it is astonished , casting its shoes from off its feet because it finds all ground holy , lament- ing over itself , and testing itself by the way it fits things . " * This finely - conceived contrast between ...
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... hand , I apprehend that often a taste for reading is quenched by rigid and injudicious prescription of books in which the mind takes no interest , can assimilate nothing to itself , and recognises no progress but what the eye takes ...
... hand , I apprehend that often a taste for reading is quenched by rigid and injudicious prescription of books in which the mind takes no interest , can assimilate nothing to itself , and recognises no progress but what the eye takes ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
admirable beauty Byron century character Charles Lamb Chaucer Christian Cowper criticism dark death deep discipline divine duty earnest earth England English language English literature English poetry expression faculties Faery Queen familiar French Revolution genial genius gentle give glory guage habit happy hath heart honour Horace Walpole human imagination influence intellectual Jeremy Taylor Lady language lecture letters light litera literary living look Lord Lord Byron Lord Chatham memory Milton mind moral nature never Paradise Lost pass passage passion philosophy poem poet poet's poetic racter reading remarkable sacred Saxon Scott sense Shakspeare song sorrow soul sound Southey Southey's speak speech Spenser spirit stanzas style sympathy Tenterden thing thou thought and feeling tion true truth uncon utterance verse wisdom wise wit and humour womanly words Wordsworth writings
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 194 - But peaceful was the night Wherein the Prince of Light His reign of peace upon the earth began...
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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...