Lectures on English Literature: From Chaucer to TennysonParry & McMillan, 1855 - 411 Seiten |
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... things - Authors who guide - Southey's Doctor - Elia -Coleridge - Divisions of Prose and Poetry - Henry Taylor's Notes from Books - Poetry not a mere luxury of the mind— Arnold's habits of study and taste - The practical and poetical ...
... things - Authors who guide - Southey's Doctor - Elia -Coleridge - Divisions of Prose and Poetry - Henry Taylor's Notes from Books - Poetry not a mere luxury of the mind— Arnold's habits of study and taste - The practical and poetical ...
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... thing like pretension on the part of nim whose posthumous work is now given to the reading world of his own countrymen . Immediately on my brother's death in the autumn of last year , or as soon ( and with me it was very soon ) as all ...
... thing like pretension on the part of nim whose posthumous work is now given to the reading world of his own countrymen . Immediately on my brother's death in the autumn of last year , or as soon ( and with me it was very soon ) as all ...
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... thing worse , and that is the absence of all laws of the United States either to prevent the recurrence of such a catastrophe ; to bring to justice those , if there are any such , who are responsible ; or , at least , to secure a ...
... thing worse , and that is the absence of all laws of the United States either to prevent the recurrence of such a catastrophe ; to bring to justice those , if there are any such , who are responsible ; or , at least , to secure a ...
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... thing to stand in the presence of a vast concourse of books - in the midst of them , but feeble , or uncertain , or helpless in the using of them . It is sad to know that in each one of these vo- lumes there is a spiritual power which ...
... thing to stand in the presence of a vast concourse of books - in the midst of them , but feeble , or uncertain , or helpless in the using of them . It is sad to know that in each one of these vo- lumes there is a spiritual power which ...
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... thing that feels . " * I speak of this instance to show how a subject which is indifferent to many , and even repulsive to not a few , may be redeemed and animated by the author's true human- * Wordsworth's Poems , Hart Leap Well ...
... thing that feels . " * I speak of this instance to show how a subject which is indifferent to many , and even repulsive to not a few , may be redeemed and animated by the author's true human- * Wordsworth's Poems , Hart Leap Well ...
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...