Lectures on English Literature: From Chaucer to TennysonParry & McMillan, 1855 - 411 sidor |
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... human being left upon the ship had sunk under the waves of the ocean . The only survivor who was personally acquainted with my brother , saw him about two o'clock P.M .; after the collision , and not very long before the ship sank ...
... human being left upon the ship had sunk under the waves of the ocean . The only survivor who was personally acquainted with my brother , saw him about two o'clock P.M .; after the collision , and not very long before the ship sank ...
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... human thought and human passion is dwelling on the silent and senseless paper , how much of wisdom is ready to make its entrance into the mind that is pre- pared to give it welcome . It is mournful to think that the multitudinous ...
... human thought and human passion is dwelling on the silent and senseless paper , how much of wisdom is ready to make its entrance into the mind that is pre- pared to give it welcome . It is mournful to think that the multitudinous ...
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... humanity which constitutes literature ; it matters not how elevated , whether it be history , philosophy , or poetry , in its highest ... human nature , it is literature in the true sense of the term . No man can 30 LECTURE FIRST .
... humanity which constitutes literature ; it matters not how elevated , whether it be history , philosophy , or poetry , in its highest ... human nature , it is literature in the true sense of the term . No man can 30 LECTURE FIRST .
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... human nature , while that which is literature has an au- dience - chamber capacious as the soul of man - enduring as his immortality . It has a voice whose rhythm is in harmony with the pulses of the human heart . It is this , and this ...
... human nature , while that which is literature has an au- dience - chamber capacious as the soul of man - enduring as his immortality . It has a voice whose rhythm is in harmony with the pulses of the human heart . It is this , and this ...
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... human stamp : some , the law - books for instance , put on an outward garb of their own , as if to warn all but one class of readers away from them . But observe the books which are Literature , how they speak to a peo- ple - to a whole ...
... human stamp : some , the law - books for instance , put on an outward garb of their own , as if to warn all but one class of readers away from them . But observe the books which are Literature , how they speak to a peo- ple - to a whole ...
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Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 194 - But peaceful was the night Wherein the Prince of Light His reign of peace upon the earth began...
Sida 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.
Sida 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...
Sida 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...