The Continuity of LettersClarendon Press, 1923 - 273 стор. |
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... Master's letter offering me this lectureship came from surprise and pleasure in the thought that one so entirely a creature of Oxford as I am should be asked to lecture at Cambridge . But after to - day I shall presume to consider ...
... Master's letter offering me this lectureship came from surprise and pleasure in the thought that one so entirely a creature of Oxford as I am should be asked to lecture at Cambridge . But after to - day I shall presume to consider ...
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... master whose sense of style never failed him would have chosen ? Shakespeare can indeed so dazzle and enchant and overwhelm us that he can do without these artist virtues . But the truth remains , if we keep on this side idolatry , that ...
... master whose sense of style never failed him would have chosen ? Shakespeare can indeed so dazzle and enchant and overwhelm us that he can do without these artist virtues . But the truth remains , if we keep on this side idolatry , that ...
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... master , in Sidney ; for though the pupil went far beyond the master , it is Sidney and not Spenser who is the discoverer of the English language as we have known it in English poetry ever since . And that perfect simplicity and purity ...
... master , in Sidney ; for though the pupil went far beyond the master , it is Sidney and not Spenser who is the discoverer of the English language as we have known it in English poetry ever since . And that perfect simplicity and purity ...
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... master of the Grand Style simple . There is nothing quite like it in English ; the nearest thing to it is perhaps Words- worth's simple narrative style : whether it was care that spurred him God only knows 48 THE GRAND STYLE.
... master of the Grand Style simple . There is nothing quite like it in English ; the nearest thing to it is perhaps Words- worth's simple narrative style : whether it was care that spurred him God only knows 48 THE GRAND STYLE.
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... master's face again and told the tale of ' roan Barbary ' . So in Henry IV : the treachery of the king is rewarded by treachery , and that treachery is tricked to its punishment by a peculiarly base breach of honour on the part of the ...
... master's face again and told the tale of ' roan Barbary ' . So in Henry IV : the treachery of the king is rewarded by treachery , and that treachery is tricked to its punishment by a peculiarly base breach of honour on the part of the ...
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Сторінка 177 - Two Voices are there ; one is of the Sea, One of the Mountains ; each a mighty Voice : In both from age to age Thou didst rejoice, They were thy chosen Music, Liberty...
Сторінка 40 - Twilight gray had in her sober livery all things clad : Silence accompanied ; for Beast and Bird, they to their grassy couch, these to their nests, were slunk, — all but the wakeful nightingale; she, all night long, her amorous descant sung; Silence was pleased. Now...
Сторінка 26 - One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, Never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, Sleep to wake.
Сторінка 29 - Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark, what discord follows ! each thing meets In mere oppugnancy : the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores, And make a sop of all this solid globe : Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead : Force should be right ; or rather, right and wrong (Between whose endless jar justice resides), Should lose their names, and so should justice too.
Сторінка 32 - This feather stirs; she lives! If it be so, It is a chance which does redeem all sorrows That ever I have felt.
Сторінка 177 - There came a tyrant, and with holy glee Thou fought'st against him ; but hast vainly striven : Thou from thy Alpine holds at length art driven, Where not a torrent murmurs heard by thee. Of one deep bliss thine ear hath been bereft : Then cleave, O cleave to that which still is left ; For, high-souled maid, what sorrow would it be That mountain floods should thunder as before, And ocean bellow from his rocky shore, And neither awful voice be heard by thee...
Сторінка 246 - Tis a note of enchantment ; what ails her ? She sees A mountain ascending, a vision of trees; Bright volumes of vapour through Lothbury glide, And a river flows on through the vale of Cheapside.
Сторінка 74 - A goodly portly man, i' faith, and a corpulent of a cheerful look, a pleasing eye, and a most noble: carriage ; and, as I think, his age some fifty, or, by'r lady, inclining to threescore, and now I remember me, his name is Falstaff: if that man should be lewdly given, he deceiveth me ; for, Harry, I see virtue in his looks. If then the tree may...
Сторінка 27 - All is best, though we oft doubt, What the unsearchable dispose Of highest wisdom brings about, And ever best found in the close.
Сторінка 262 - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire; Hands that the rod of empire might have swayed, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre...