The Continuity of LettersClarendon Press, 1923 - 273 стор. |
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... Ariosto or Tasso . Ariosto's story is almost as mediaevally involved as Spenser's but in himself there are none of the limita- tions of archaism : and beside him Spenser appears clumsy 12 LIFE AND ART IN ENGLISH POETRY.
... Ariosto or Tasso . Ariosto's story is almost as mediaevally involved as Spenser's but in himself there are none of the limita- tions of archaism : and beside him Spenser appears clumsy 12 LIFE AND ART IN ENGLISH POETRY.
Сторінка 13
... story seems often to wander at its own will , hardly directed at all by the poet's mind . Indeed in both art and life it is largely a mediaeval survivor . One of the most striking characteristics of the Middle Age is that it appears to ...
... story seems often to wander at its own will , hardly directed at all by the poet's mind . Indeed in both art and life it is largely a mediaeval survivor . One of the most striking characteristics of the Middle Age is that it appears to ...
Сторінка 28
... story of a boy's running . That is how the mind and imagina- tion that produce the great style work , on the side of subject . From the smallest thing there is a true and natural stepping- stone to the greatest things , and such a mind ...
... story of a boy's running . That is how the mind and imagina- tion that produce the great style work , on the side of subject . From the smallest thing there is a true and natural stepping- stone to the greatest things , and such a mind ...
Сторінка 48
... story : Rex arva Latinus et urbes iam senior longa placidas in pace regebat . So too it is not only present when Milton puts on all his multicoloured robes of splendour : Now glow'd the firmament With living sapphires . Hesperus , that ...
... story : Rex arva Latinus et urbes iam senior longa placidas in pace regebat . So too it is not only present when Milton puts on all his multicoloured robes of splendour : Now glow'd the firmament With living sapphires . Hesperus , that ...
Сторінка 58
... story , that of Richard II , where he carries beyond the possibilities known to Marlowe the beauty and pathos that may attach themselves to the fall from great- ness even of an empty and vicious trifler , if we can be made to know him ...
... story , that of Richard II , where he carries beyond the possibilities known to Marlowe the beauty and pathos that may attach themselves to the fall from great- ness even of an empty and vicious trifler , if we can be made to know him ...
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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...