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Having now at least a temporary foothold in Cambridge , I shall lay claim to my
proper fraction of the reflected glory of Milton and Wordsworth and the rest : and
even when my brief connexion with 1 The opening Lecture delivered on the 10th
...
Having now at least a temporary foothold in Cambridge , I shall lay claim to my
proper fraction of the reflected glory of Milton and Wordsworth and the rest : and
even when my brief connexion with 1 The opening Lecture delivered on the 10th
...
Сторінка 20
Like the rest of us , he spends his life in trying to escape himself . But , like the
rest of us , he fails . He fails because , like us , he brings himself into everything
he does . Only his failure is different from ours . For the self which we cannot
escape ...
Like the rest of us , he spends his life in trying to escape himself . But , like the
rest of us , he fails . He fails because , like us , he brings himself into everything
he does . Only his failure is different from ours . For the self which we cannot
escape ...
Сторінка 22
It is not merely a question of excluding Mr . Saintsbury ' s comic and trivial and the
rest . There is a finer dividing line than that , if I am not mistaken . After all , the
Grand Style is precisely the Grand Style ; which is evidently not the clever style ...
It is not merely a question of excluding Mr . Saintsbury ' s comic and trivial and the
rest . There is a finer dividing line than that , if I am not mistaken . After all , the
Grand Style is precisely the Grand Style ; which is evidently not the clever style ...
Сторінка 33
The wide - ranging intellect has received its final answer and will go on no more
journeys ; the storm - tossed and much - suffering soul is at last at rest . Of course
no poet can long maintain the Grand Style quite at such a level of severity as this
...
The wide - ranging intellect has received its final answer and will go on no more
journeys ; the storm - tossed and much - suffering soul is at last at rest . Of course
no poet can long maintain the Grand Style quite at such a level of severity as this
...
Сторінка 35
The last speech of eo is the glorious crown of the play which is the very ce and
undying flower of all romance ; yet even there , if Se quite honest with ourselves ,
is it not true that after O , here Will I set up my everlasting rest , And shake the ...
The last speech of eo is the glorious crown of the play which is the very ce and
undying flower of all romance ; yet even there , if Se quite honest with ourselves ,
is it not true that after O , here Will I set up my everlasting rest , And shake the ...
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action Aeschylus appears beauty believe better century certainly Cervantes character comes common commonplace course critics death delight Don Quixote doubt drama earth England English eyes fact Falstaff feeling felt figure France genius give Grand Style greater greatest hand heart Henry hero hope human imagination interest kind king language least less literature live look master mean Milton mind moving Napoleon nature never noble novel once original passing perfect perhaps play poem poet poetic poetry political Prometheus prose readers rest Richard scarcely scene Scott seems seen sense Shakespeare Shelley shows side sort soul speak spirit story tell Thackeray thing thou thought to-day true truth turn universal whole Wordsworth writing
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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...
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| Назва | The Continuity of Letters |
| Автор | John Cann Bailey |
| Видавець | Clarendon Press, 1923 |
| Оригінал із | Мічиганський університет |
| Оцифровано | 5 вер. 2006 |
| Обсяг | 273 стор. |
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