Lectures on English Literature: From Chaucer to TennysonParry & McMillan, 1855 - 411 sidor |
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... never prepared himself specially for any one lecture , I have been much struck with the proof they afford of his long and habitual studiousness and rich and accomplished scholarship . His citations of authorities , or rather quotations ...
... never prepared himself specially for any one lecture , I have been much struck with the proof they afford of his long and habitual studiousness and rich and accomplished scholarship . His citations of authorities , or rather quotations ...
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... Assistant Professor of Moral Philoso- phy . In the service of the College he continued for twenty- three years , faithful , I am sure I may say , to his duties , however irksome ; and never in all that period , xviii INTRODUCTORY NOTICE .
... Assistant Professor of Moral Philoso- phy . In the service of the College he continued for twenty- three years , faithful , I am sure I may say , to his duties , however irksome ; and never in all that period , xviii INTRODUCTORY NOTICE .
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... never saw him more depressed . I certainly never saw him so deeply wounded . He asked for leave of absence , which was granted by the Trustees ; and early in May , 1854 , accompanied by his sister - in - law , Miss Bronson , he sailed ...
... never saw him more depressed . I certainly never saw him so deeply wounded . He asked for leave of absence , which was granted by the Trustees ; and early in May , 1854 , accompanied by his sister - in - law , Miss Bronson , he sailed ...
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... that when the student's thoughts turn to the accumulation of the printed thoughts of past ages , and to the never- ending and superadded accumulation which is poured forth from day to day , and from year to 28 LECTURE FIRST .
... that when the student's thoughts turn to the accumulation of the printed thoughts of past ages , and to the never- ending and superadded accumulation which is poured forth from day to day , and from year to 28 LECTURE FIRST .
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... never enters into the literature of the language . What ( it may be asked ) is Literature ? This is a question not enough thought of ; the answer to it is important , but by no means , I think , difficult , when once we see the ...
... never enters into the literature of the language . What ( it may be asked ) is Literature ? This is a question not enough thought of ; the answer to it is important , but by no means , I think , difficult , when once we see the ...
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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...