Essays in Criticism: Second SeriesMacmillan, 1888 - 331 стор. |
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... happiness one year , is a part of Milton indeed , and in calling up her memory , we call up his . And in calling up Milton's memory we call up , let me say , a memory upon which , in prospect of the Anglo - Saxon contagion and of its ...
... happiness one year , is a part of Milton indeed , and in calling up her memory , we call up his . And in calling up Milton's memory we call up , let me say , a memory upon which , in prospect of the Anglo - Saxon contagion and of its ...
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... as a second parent , that I thought only of him , built all my happiness on him , talked of him for ever , wished him with me whenever I partook of any pleasure , and flew to him for refuge whenever 80 III ESSAYS IN CRITICISM.
... as a second parent , that I thought only of him , built all my happiness on him , talked of him for ever , wished him with me whenever I partook of any pleasure , and flew to him for refuge whenever 80 III ESSAYS IN CRITICISM.
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... happiness , who heard the golden - snooded Muses sing , on the mountain the one heard them , the other in seven - gated Thebes . ' There is the evolution of genuine poetry , and such poetry kills Dryden's the moment it is put near it ...
... happiness , who heard the golden - snooded Muses sing , on the mountain the one heard them , the other in seven - gated Thebes . ' There is the evolution of genuine poetry , and such poetry kills Dryden's the moment it is put near it ...
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... happier away from you . ' Tis richer than an Argosy of Pearles . Do not threat me even in jest . I have been astonished that Men could die Martyrs for religion - I have shuddered at it . I shudder no more - I could be martyred for my ...
... happier away from you . ' Tis richer than an Argosy of Pearles . Do not threat me even in jest . I have been astonished that Men could die Martyrs for religion - I have shuddered at it . I shudder no more - I could be martyred for my ...
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... happiness , too , was not a stranger to it . Nothing startles me beyond the moment , ' he says ; ' the setting sun will always set me to rights , or if a sparrow come before my window I take part in its existence and pick about the ...
... happiness , too , was not a stranger to it . Nothing startles me beyond the moment , ' he says ; ' the setting sun will always set me to rights , or if a sparrow come before my window I take part in its existence and pick about the ...
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Сторінка 45 - Tho' they may gang a kennin wrang, To step aside is human : One point must still be greatly dark, The moving Why they do it ; And just as lamely can ye mark, How far perhaps they rue it. Who made the heart, 'tis He alone Decidedly can try us, He knows each chord its various tone, Each spring its various bias : Then at the balance let's be mute, We never can adjust it ; What's done we partly may compute, But know not what's resisted.
Сторінка 63 - Memory and her siren daughters ; but by devout prayer to that Eternal Spirit who can enrich with all utterance and knowledge, and sends out his seraphim with the hallowed fire of his altar to touch and purify the lips of whom He pleases.
Сторінка 196 - He heard it, but he heeded not ; his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away ; He recked not of the life he lost, nor prize ; But where his rude hut by the Danube lay, There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother, — he, their sire, Butchered to make a Roman holiday.
Сторінка 28 - But enough of this : there is such a variety of game springing up before me, that I am distracted in my choice, and know not which to follow. Tis sufficient to say, according to the proverb, that here is God's plenty.
Сторінка 47 - Had we never loved sae kindly, Had we never loved sae blindly, Never met, or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted.
Сторінка 19 - Led on the eternal Spring. Not that fair field Of Enna, where Proserpine gathering flowers, Herself a fairer flower by gloomy Dis Was gathered, which cost Ceres all that pain To seek her through the world...
Сторінка 18 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge, And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deaf 'ning clamour in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes?
Сторінка 172 - And in each pillar there is a ring, And in each ring there is a chain; That iron is a cankering thing, For in these limbs its teeth remain...
Сторінка 153 - Must hear Humanity in fields and groves Pipe solitary anguish; or must hang Brooding above the fierce confederate storm Of sorrow, barricadoed evermore Within the walls of cities — may these sounds Have their authentic comment; that even these Hearing, I be not downcast or forlorn!
Сторінка 31 - It is the spoudaiotes, the high and excellent seriousness, which Aristotle assigns as one of the grand virtues of poetry. The substance of Chaucer's poetry, his view of things and his criticism of life, has largeness, freedom, shrewdness, benignity; but it has not this high seriousness. Homer's criticism of life has it, Dante's has it, Shakespeare's has it. It is this chiefly which gives to our spirits what they can rest upon; and with the increasing...