Interpretations of Literature, Band 2Dodd, Mead, 1915 Lectures to his students while he "held the chair of English literature in the University of Tokyo from 1896 to 1902"--Confer Introduction. |
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... sound and for form . We must consider the result not merely as a study of literature in itself , but also as a study of eloquence ; for every atten- tion was given to those effects to be expected from an ora- torical recitation of the ...
... sound and for form . We must consider the result not merely as a study of literature in itself , but also as a study of eloquence ; for every atten- tion was given to those effects to be expected from an ora- torical recitation of the ...
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... sound . Far more poetical is the verse as given in the Douai version : " His eyes are as doves upon brooks of waters , which are washed with milk , and sit beside the beautiful streams . " It may even be said without any question that ...
... sound . Far more poetical is the verse as given in the Douai version : " His eyes are as doves upon brooks of waters , which are washed with milk , and sit beside the beautiful streams . " It may even be said without any question that ...
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... sound , smell , taste , warmth , cold , etc .; and these he said had no existence outside of the mind . But the primary qualities he be- lieved to exist outside of the mind . These were extension , figure , solidity , motion , rest ...
... sound , smell , taste , warmth , cold , etc .; and these he said had no existence outside of the mind . But the primary qualities he be- lieved to exist outside of the mind . These were extension , figure , solidity , motion , rest ...
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... sounds , of their physiognomy , so to speak , which Poe shared with the greatest masters of language that ever lived . His instinct in this direction led him especially to- ward the strange , the unfamiliar , the startling ; and he was ...
... sounds , of their physiognomy , so to speak , which Poe shared with the greatest masters of language that ever lived . His instinct in this direction led him especially to- ward the strange , the unfamiliar , the startling ; and he was ...
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... sound of church bells as chimed on the occasion of a wedding . Here all the words are chosen to express rapturous joy , pleasure , softness , Next we have the sound of firebells - that is to say , the sharp - sounding bells rung in ...
... sound of church bells as chimed on the occasion of a wedding . Here all the words are chosen to express rapturous joy , pleasure , softness , Next we have the sound of firebells - that is to say , the sharp - sounding bells rung in ...
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Seite 318 - The sea is calm to-night. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits ; — on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone ; the cliffs of England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Seite 124 - TO HELEN Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece And the grandeur that was Rome.
Seite 272 - HE clasps the crag with crooked hands ; Close to the sun in lonely lands, Ring'd with the azure world, he stands. The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls ; He watches from his mountain walls, And like a thunderbolt he falls.
Seite 238 - Philomel, with melody Sing in our sweet lullaby; Lulla, lulla, lullaby ; lulla, lulla, lullaby ; Never harm, nor spell nor charm, Come our lovely lady nigh; So, good night, with lullaby.
Seite 126 - Hear the sledges with the bells Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Seite 238 - Everything did banish moan, Save the nightingale alone: She, poor bird, as all forlorn, Lean'd her breast up-till a thorn, And there sung the dolefull'st ditty, That to hear it was great pity. 'Fie, fie, fie...
Seite 252 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws, And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men, for thus sings he, Cuckoo ; Cuckoo, cuckoo...
Seite 127 - Oh, from out the sounding cells, What a gush of euphony voluminously wells! How it swells! How it dwells On the Future!
Seite 302 - I sighed for thee ; When light rode high, and the dew was gone, And noon lay heavy on flower and tree, And the weary Day turned to his rest, Lingering like an unloved guest, I sighed for thee. Thy brother Death came, and cried,
Seite 124 - Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece, And the grandeur that was Rome. Lo! in yon brilliant window-niche How statue-like I see thee stand, The agate lamp within thy hand! Ah, Psyche, from the regions which Are Holy Land!