Early Reviews of English Poets, Ed. with an Introduction by John Louis Haney ...John Louis Haney Egerton Press, 1904 - 227 стор. |
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... spirit of the age no longer favors a quarterly . For our energetic and progressive era such an interval is too long . The confirmed admirer of the elaborate essays of the Edin- burgh and the Quarterly will continue to welcome their ...
... spirit of the age no longer favors a quarterly . For our energetic and progressive era such an interval is too long . The confirmed admirer of the elaborate essays of the Edin- burgh and the Quarterly will continue to welcome their ...
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... spirit which pervades its more serious articles . " Hutton retired shortly before his death in 1897. The present editor is Mr. J. St. Loe Strachey . The Saturday Review was established in November , 1855 , by A. J. Beresford Hope . Its ...
... spirit which pervades its more serious articles . " Hutton retired shortly before his death in 1897. The present editor is Mr. J. St. Loe Strachey . The Saturday Review was established in November , 1855 , by A. J. Beresford Hope . Its ...
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... spirit of tolerance and charity manifested toward the mediocre productions of contemporary writers ; he at- tributes the degradation of criticism to the lack of critical standards and principles , and indirectly to the neglect of the ...
... spirit of tolerance and charity manifested toward the mediocre productions of contemporary writers ; he at- tributes the degradation of criticism to the lack of critical standards and principles , and indirectly to the neglect of the ...
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... spirit of the age ; it cannot oppose the trend of intelligent opinion . It may praise , censure , advise , interpret - but it will always remain sub- servient to the art that called it forth . There is no reason to believe that ...
... spirit of the age ; it cannot oppose the trend of intelligent opinion . It may praise , censure , advise , interpret - but it will always remain sub- servient to the art that called it forth . There is no reason to believe that ...
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... instead of being an imitator , he did justice to his talents , and ventured to be more an origi- nal . These two Odes , it must be confessed , breath [ e ] much of the spirit of Pindar , but then they 2 THE MONTHLY REVIEW.
... instead of being an imitator , he did justice to his talents , and ventured to be more an origi- nal . These two Odes , it must be confessed , breath [ e ] much of the spirit of Pindar , but then they 2 THE MONTHLY REVIEW.
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Сторінка 39 - MY heart leaps up when I behold A Rainbow in the sky : So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a Man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die ! The Child is Father of the Man ; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety, TO A BUTTERFLY.
Сторінка 22 - The Moon was at its edge. The thick, black cloud was cleft, and still The Moon was at its side; Like waters shot from some high crag, The lightning fell with never a jag, A river steep and wide. The loud wind never reached the ship, Yet now the ship moved on! Beneath the lightning and the Moon The dead men gave a groan.
Сторінка 207 - Poems, by ST Coleridge. Second edition — to which are now added Poems by Charles Lamb and Charles Lloyd.
Сторінка 6 - Let school-taught pride dissemble all it can, These little things are great to little man ; And wiser he whose sympathetic mind Exults in all the good of all mankind.
Сторінка 52 - And thus the lofty lady spake 'All they who live in the upper sky, Do love you, holy Christabel! And you love them, and for their sake And for the good which me befel, Even I in my degree will try, Fair maiden, to requite you well. But now unrobe yourself; for I Must pray, ere yet in bed I lie.
Сторінка 138 - Made for our searching : yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon, Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon For simple sheep ; and such are daffodils With the green world they live in...
Сторінка 43 - Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings; Blank misgivings of a Creature Moving about in worlds not realized, High instincts before which our mortal Nature Did tremble like a guilty Thing surprised...
Сторінка 43 - I hear! —But there's a Tree, of many, one, A single Field which I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone: The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat: Whither is fled the visionary gleam?
Сторінка 58 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Сторінка 37 - While he was talking thus, the lonely place, The Old Man's shape, and speech, all troubled me : In my mind's eye I seemed to see him pace About the weary moors continually, Wandering about alone and silently. While I these thoughts within myself pursued...