The Works of James Russell LowellHoughton, Mifflin and Company, 1890 |
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... beauty of out- ward life and Nature to have found satisfaction , as Milton's could , ( and perhaps only by reason of his blindness , ) in a world peopled by purely imaginary figures . We might fancy him becoming a great statesman , but ...
... beauty of out- ward life and Nature to have found satisfaction , as Milton's could , ( and perhaps only by reason of his blindness , ) in a world peopled by purely imaginary figures . We might fancy him becoming a great statesman , but ...
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... beauty of the phrase in which it em- bodied itself.1 I believe that Shakespeare , like all other great poets , instinctively used the dialect which he found current , and that his words are not more wrested from their ordinary meaning ...
... beauty of the phrase in which it em- bodied itself.1 I believe that Shakespeare , like all other great poets , instinctively used the dialect which he found current , and that his words are not more wrested from their ordinary meaning ...
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... beauty , one of na- ture , simplicity , and truth , in the ballads , which deal only with narrative and feeling , another of Art , ( or Nature as it is ideally reproduced through the imagination , ) of stately amplitude , of passion ...
... beauty , one of na- ture , simplicity , and truth , in the ballads , which deal only with narrative and feeling , another of Art , ( or Nature as it is ideally reproduced through the imagination , ) of stately amplitude , of passion ...
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... sooner or later taxed for his illustration . This is partially true of all great minds , open and sensi- tive to truth and beauty through any large arc of their circumference ; but it is true in an unex- 24 SHAKESPEARE ONCE MORE.
... sooner or later taxed for his illustration . This is partially true of all great minds , open and sensi- tive to truth and beauty through any large arc of their circumference ; but it is true in an unex- 24 SHAKESPEARE ONCE MORE.
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... beauty , of thoughts that first tease us like charades and then delight us with the felicity of their solution ; but these have not saved him . He is exiled to the limbo of the formless and the fragmentary . To take a more recent ...
... beauty , of thoughts that first tease us like charades and then delight us with the felicity of their solution ; but these have not saved him . He is exiled to the limbo of the formless and the fragmentary . To take a more recent ...
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Сторінка 76 - If to do were as easy as to know what were^ good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottages princes' palaces. It is a good divine that follows his own instructions: I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done, than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching.
Сторінка 43 - This castle hath a pleasant seat ; the air Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself Unto our gentle senses. BAN. This guest of summer, The temple-haunting martlet, does approve By his loved mansionry that the heaven's breath Smells wooingly here : no jutty, frieze, Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird Hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle : Where they most breed and haunt, I have observed The air is delicate.
Сторінка 268 - Shortening his journey between morn and noon, And hurrying him, impatient of his stay, Down to the rosy west ; but kindly still Compensating his loss with added hours Of social converse and instructive ease, And...
Сторінка 299 - When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of ladies dead and lovely knights, Then in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have express'd Even such a beauty as you master now.
Сторінка 119 - For so have I seen a lark rising from his bed of grass, and soaring upwards, singing as he rises, and hopes to get to heaven, and climb above the clouds ; but the poor bird was beaten back with the loud sighings of an eastern wind, and his motion made irregular and inconstant, descending more at every breath of the tempest, than it could recover by the...
Сторінка 104 - Oxford to him a dearer name shall be, Than his own mother university. Thebes did his green, unknowing youth engage; He chooses Athens in his riper age.
Сторінка 299 - In praise of ladies dead and lovely knights, Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have express'd Even such a beauty as you master now. So all their praises are but prophecies Of this our time, all you prefiguring...
Сторінка 122 - Nature has been to trim up the vegetable beaux; observe how sparkish a periwig adorns the head of a beech, and what a fine doublet of white satin is worn by the birch.
Сторінка 139 - Stretch'd on their decks, like weary oxen lie : Faint sweats all down their mighty members run, (Vast bulks, which little souls but ill supply.) In dreams they fearful precipices tread, • Or, shipwreck'd, labour to some distant shore ; Or in dark churches walk among the dead ; They wake with horror, and dare sleep no more.
Сторінка 41 - When proud-pied April dressed in all his trim Hath put a spirit of youth in everything', That heavy Saturn laughed and leaped with him. Yet nor the lays of birds nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue Could make me any summer's story tell, Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew; Nor did I wonder at the...