The Works of Matthew Arnold, Том 4Macmillan, 1903 |
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... live , and Cromwell , his chief of men , ' was yet ruling England . But the Restoration , with its Sons of Belial , ' was not far off ; and in the meantime Milton's heavy affliction had laid fast hold upon him , his eye- sight had ...
... live , and Cromwell , his chief of men , ' was yet ruling England . But the Restoration , with its Sons of Belial , ' was not far off ; and in the meantime Milton's heavy affliction had laid fast hold upon him , his eye- sight had ...
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... live . He never spoke out , but I believe from some little expressions I now remember to have dropped from him , that for some time past he thought himself nearer his end than those about him apprehended . ' He never spoke out . In ...
... live . He never spoke out , but I believe from some little expressions I now remember to have dropped from him , that for some time past he thought himself nearer his end than those about him apprehended . ' He never spoke out . In ...
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... live . ' And here is another to the same effect from a younger man , from Gray's friend Nicholls : — You know ( he writes to his mother , from abroad , when he heard of Gray's death ) that I considered Mr. Gray as a second parent , that ...
... live . ' And here is another to the same effect from a younger man , from Gray's friend Nicholls : — You know ( he writes to his mother , from abroad , when he heard of Gray's death ) that I considered Mr. Gray as a second parent , that ...
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... live from a great depth of being . ' Goldsmith disparaged Gray who had praised his Traveller , and indeed in the poem on the Alliance of Education and Government had given him hints which he used for it . In retaliation let us take from ...
... live from a great depth of being . ' Goldsmith disparaged Gray who had praised his Traveller , and indeed in the poem on the Alliance of Education and Government had given him hints which he used for it . In retaliation let us take from ...
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... live without the love of my friends ; I would jump down Etna for any great public good -but I hate a mawkish popularity . I cannot be subdued before them . My glory would be to daunt and dazzle the thousand jabberers about pictures and ...
... live without the love of my friends ; I would jump down Etna for any great public good -but I hate a mawkish popularity . I cannot be subdued before them . My glory would be to daunt and dazzle the thousand jabberers about pictures and ...
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Сторінка 36 - 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 50 - 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 148 - 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 142 - What, in ill thoughts again ? Men must endure Their going hence, even as their coming hither : Ripeness is all : Come on.
Сторінка 38 - 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 16 - 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 40 - We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne ! We twa hae run about the braes, And pu'd the gowans fine ; But we've wander'd mony a weary foot, Sin auld lang syne. We twa hae paidl't i' the burn, Frae mornin' sun till dine : But seas between us braid hae roar'd Sin auld lang syne. And here's a hand, my trusty frien', And gie's a hand o' thine ; And we'll tak a right guid willie-waught, For auld lang syne ! And surely ye'll be your pint-stoup, And surely I'll be mine ; And we'll tak a cup o...
Сторінка 29 - I was confirmed in this opinion, that he who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things, ought himself to be a true poem...
Сторінка 354 - Trust thyself: every heart vibrates to that iron string. Accept the place the divine providence has found for you, the society of your contemporaries, the connection of events.
Сторінка 186 - But let no one suppose that a want of humour and a self-delusion such as Shelley's have no effect upon a man's poetry. The man Shelley, in very truth, is not entirely sane, and Shelley's poetry is not entirely sane either. The Shelley of actual life is a vision of beauty and radiance, indeed, but availing nothing, effecting nothing. And in poetry, no less than in life, he is "a beautiful and ineffectual angel, beating in the void his luminous wings in vain.