Lectures on English Literature: From Chaucer to TennysonJ.B. Lippincott & Company, 1867 - 387 Seiten |
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... never knew her at a loss for a just one . ' " " * His best biographer , Southey , alluding to himself , and to the ... never was any poet more indebted to such friends than Cowper . Had it not been for Mrs. Unwin , he would probably ...
... never knew her at a loss for a just one . ' " " * His best biographer , Southey , alluding to himself , and to the ... never was any poet more indebted to such friends than Cowper . Had it not been for Mrs. Unwin , he would probably ...
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... never can be made a substitute without great detriment . I make this remark , because in the education of the day , and especially in the education of women , there is a tendency to give to the mind a direc- tion too much away from the ...
... never can be made a substitute without great detriment . I make this remark , because in the education of the day , and especially in the education of women , there is a tendency to give to the mind a direc- tion too much away from the ...
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... never been wanting in the happy compound of pathos and playfulness , which we style by that untrans- lateable term " Humour " -that kindly perception of the ridiculous which is full of gentleness and sympathy . It is a healthful element ...
... never been wanting in the happy compound of pathos and playfulness , which we style by that untrans- lateable term " Humour " -that kindly perception of the ridiculous which is full of gentleness and sympathy . It is a healthful element ...
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... never suffering the love of poetry to be extinguished in his heart , or to be crowded out of it , but turning it perpetually to wise uses , bringing the poetic truths of Shakspeare and of Wordsworth to the help of the cause of truth ...
... never suffering the love of poetry to be extinguished in his heart , or to be crowded out of it , but turning it perpetually to wise uses , bringing the poetic truths of Shakspeare and of Wordsworth to the help of the cause of truth ...
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... weary length of centuries trodden on by the infidel foot of the Saracen ; and yet the sounds that issued from the harp of Jerusalem's king , silenced in the desecrated city , have never been hushed elsewhere , 76 LECTURE SECOND .
... weary length of centuries trodden on by the infidel foot of the Saracen ; and yet the sounds that issued from the harp of Jerusalem's king , silenced in the desecrated city , have never been hushed elsewhere , 76 LECTURE SECOND .
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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...