Lectures on English Literature: From Chaucer to TennysonJ.B. Lippincott & Company, 1867 - 387 Seiten |
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... expression , it may prove a little too much like parsing our pleasure . The happy , healthful - breathing asks for no analysis of the air ; the mountain - spring is quaffed without thought of what science can tell of its 86 LECTURE THIRD .
... expression , it may prove a little too much like parsing our pleasure . The happy , healthful - breathing asks for no analysis of the air ; the mountain - spring is quaffed without thought of what science can tell of its 86 LECTURE THIRD .
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... happy trait in our literature that it has no peculiar poetic diction . Words that are used in good prose are not excluded from poetry , and words which the poets employ belong also to our prose uses of speech and writing ; and hence the ...
... happy trait in our literature that it has no peculiar poetic diction . Words that are used in good prose are not excluded from poetry , and words which the poets employ belong also to our prose uses of speech and writing ; and hence the ...
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... happy loyalty , the poet's reward is the endowment of an ampler command of expression and of the music of the language . Verse and metre are wings , and not fetters , to the true poet . Observe the matchless English everywhere in Shaks ...
... happy loyalty , the poet's reward is the endowment of an ampler command of expression and of the music of the language . Verse and metre are wings , and not fetters , to the true poet . Observe the matchless English everywhere in Shaks ...
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... happy in the era of his country's history . The Saxon and the Norman , the conqueror and con- quered , had grown together into one people . It was Chau- cer's fortune to be an eye - witness of that vast ambition which fired his ...
... happy in the era of his country's history . The Saxon and the Norman , the conqueror and con- quered , had grown together into one people . It was Chau- cer's fortune to be an eye - witness of that vast ambition which fired his ...
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... happy , if the conjecture be not unfounded , in listening to words falling from the living lips of Italy's great poet , then the aged Petrarch , possibly meeting Boccacio and Froissart . When , near three hundred years later , the ...
... happy , if the conjecture be not unfounded , in listening to words falling from the living lips of Italy's great poet , then the aged Petrarch , possibly meeting Boccacio and Froissart . When , near three hundred years later , the ...
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Seite 267 - They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs, which had been rent asunder; A dreary sea now flows between; But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.
Seite 307 - Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, Ere the sorrow comes with years? They are leaning their young heads against their mothers, And that cannot stop their tears. The young lambs are bleating in the meadows, The young birds are chirping in the nest, The young fawns are playing with the shadows, The young flowers are blowing toward the west But the young, young children, O my brothers, They are weeping bitterly ! They are weeping in the playtime of the others, In the country of the free.
Seite 314 - 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 276 - I see before me the gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand ; his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his drooped head sinks gradually low ; And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower ; and now The arena swims around him ; he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hailed the wretch who won.
Seite 116 - WE watched her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life . Kept heaving to and fro. So silently we...
Seite 207 - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long : And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad; The nights are wholesome ; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
Seite 305 - Paradise, and groves Elysian, Fortunate Fields — like those of old Sought in the Atlantic Main, why should they be A history only of departed things, Or a mere fiction of what never was? For the discerning intellect of Man, When wedded to this goodly universe In love and holy passion, shall find these A simple produce of the common day.
Seite 322 - He is made one with Nature: there is heard His voice in all her music, from the moan Of thunder to the song of night's sweet bird; He is a presence to be felt and known In darkness and in light, from herb and stone, Spreading itself where'er that Power may move Which has withdrawn his being to its own; Which wields the world with never-wearied love, Sustains it from beneath, and kindles it above.
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...