Shelburne Essays: With the witsPutnam, 1919 |
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... less joy of the other . It was as if I wrote with pen in one hand and blue pencil in the other . The sat- isfaction , if so it may be called , is one of the few I have to regret since I exchanged the editorial chair for the much easier ...
... less joy of the other . It was as if I wrote with pen in one hand and blue pencil in the other . The sat- isfaction , if so it may be called , is one of the few I have to regret since I exchanged the editorial chair for the much easier ...
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... less but truth the more . I remember once suffering a savage attack from an unflattered historian in the parlour of a common friend for a review supposedly by my pen but really the handiwork of our host . The honest reviewer would have ...
... less but truth the more . I remember once suffering a savage attack from an unflattered historian in the parlour of a common friend for a review supposedly by my pen but really the handiwork of our host . The honest reviewer would have ...
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... less notable in its consequences , was taken , or followed , by Beaumont and Fletcher . Hitherto tragedy and comedy , when united in the same play , had , for the most part , stood together as mere alternations from one genre to another ...
... less notable in its consequences , was taken , or followed , by Beaumont and Fletcher . Hitherto tragedy and comedy , when united in the same play , had , for the most part , stood together as mere alternations from one genre to another ...
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... less blunted to them by long familiarity . Yet there has been no lack of individual protests against the sudden conversions of character and quick shiftings of motive which are the most striking manifesta- 1 In his monograph on The ...
... less blunted to them by long familiarity . Yet there has been no lack of individual protests against the sudden conversions of character and quick shiftings of motive which are the most striking manifesta- 1 In his monograph on The ...
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... less degree , Mary's son , James I , indeed his whole court , with its Bacon , its Buckingham , its Lady Essex , has never been made comprehensible , and I doubt if it can ever be made to appear anything but a bewildering medley of ...
... less degree , Mary's son , James I , indeed his whole court , with its Bacon , its Buckingham , its Lady Essex , has never been made comprehensible , and I doubt if it can ever be made to appear anything but a bewildering medley of ...
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acts Addison amusement Aphra Behn Arbuthnot Aubrey Beardsley Beaumont and Fletcher beauty Behn Behn's Berkeley Berkeley's Bernbaum Bolingbroke called character charm comedy Country Wife criticism cynicism death doubt drama dramatists Duke of Wharton Dunciad emotions England English essay Euripides evil feeling fools G. P. Putnam's Sons genius Gray Gray's Halifax heart Hippolytus honour human nature imagination judgement kind King Lady Mary Lady Mary's least letters literary literature live Lord Lord Hervey Maid's Tragedy malice mankind ment mind Montagu moral never Oroonoko passion perhaps philosophy play poems poet poetry political Pope Pope's Puritan Queen religion satire scene seemed sense society soul spirit Swift tender thing thou thought tion to-day tragedy true truth Twickenham verse virtue Walpole Whig whole wife woman words Wortley write wrote ye's you's young
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Seite 144 - Peace to all such ! but were there one whose fires True genius kindles, and fair fame inspires; Blest with each talent and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease; Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne...
Seite 131 - New distant scenes of endless science rise. So pleased at first the towering Alps we try, Mount o'er the vales, and seem to tread the sky ; The eternal snows appear already past, And the first clouds and mountains seem the last : But those attain'd, we tremble to survey The growing labours of the lengthen'd way ; The increasing prospect tires our wandering eyes, Hills peep o'er hills, and Alps on Alps arise...
Seite 115 - In Pope I cannot read a line, But with a sigh I wish it mine; When he can in one couplet fix More sense than I can do in six; It gives me such a jealous fit, I cry, "Pox take him and his wit!
Seite 193 - Some truths there are so near and obvious to the mind that a man need only open his eyes to see them. Such I take this important one to be, viz. that all the choir of heaven and furniture of the earth, in a word all those bodies which compose the mighty frame of the world, have not any subsistence without a mind...
Seite 258 - He knew every branch of history, both natural and civil ; had read all the original historians of England, France, and Italy; and was a great antiquarian. Criticism, metaphysics, morals, politics, made a principal part of his study ; voyages and travels of all sorts were his favourite amusements : and he had a fine taste in painting, prints, architecture, and gardening.
Seite 147 - Me, let the tender office long engage, To rock the cradle of reposing age, With lenient arts extend a mother's breath, Make languor smile, and smooth the bed of death, Explore the thought, explain the asking eye, And keep a while one parent from the sky...
Seite 181 - Yet let me flap this bug with gilded wings, This painted child of dirt, that stinks and stings; Whose buzz the witty and the fair annoys, Yet wit ne'er tastes, and beauty ne'er enjoys: So well-bred spaniels civilly delight In mumbling of the game they dare not bite. Eternal smiles his emptiness betray, As shallow streams run dimpling all the way. Whether in florid impotence he speaks, And, as...
Seite 291 - LAST night ah, yesternight, betwixt her lips and mine There fell thy shadow, Cynara! thy breath was shed Upon my soul between the kisses and the wine; And I was desolate and sick of an old passion, Yea, I was desolate and bowed my head: I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.
Seite 129 - In the morning, after the priest had given him the last sacraments, he said, "There is nothing that is meritorious but virtue and friendship, and indeed friendship itself is only a part of virtue.
Seite 125 - After all this, it is surely superfluous to answer the question that has once been asked, Whether Pope was a poet ? otherwise than by asking in return, If Pope be not a poet, where is poetry to be found...