The Works of Matthew Arnold, Том 4Macmillan, 1903 |
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... passages , even single lines , will serve our turn quite sufficiently . Take the two lines which I have just quoted from Homer , the poet's comment on Helen's mention of her brothers ; -or take his " Α δειλώ , τί σφῶϊ δόμεν Πηλῆϊ ἄνακτι ...
... passages , even single lines , will serve our turn quite sufficiently . Take the two lines which I have just quoted from Homer , the poet's comment on Helen's mention of her brothers ; -or take his " Α δειλώ , τί σφῶϊ δόμεν Πηλῆϊ ἄνακτι ...
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... passage- Darken'd so , yet shone Above them all the archangel ; but his face Deep scars of thunder had intrench'd , and care Sat on his faded cheek .. add two such lines as- And courage never to submit or yield And what is else not to ...
... passage- Darken'd so , yet shone Above them all the archangel ; but his face Deep scars of thunder had intrench'd , and care Sat on his faded cheek .. add two such lines as- And courage never to submit or yield And what is else not to ...
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... passages which I have been quoting from Burns ? Surely not ; surely , if our sense is quick , we must perceive that we have not in those passages a voice from the very inmost soul of the genuine Burns ; he is not speaking to us from ...
... passages which I have been quoting from Burns ? Surely not ; surely , if our sense is quick , we must perceive that we have not in those passages a voice from the very inmost soul of the genuine Burns ; he is not speaking to us from ...
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... passage , where Juno , seeing the defeat of Turnus and the Italians imminent , the victory of the Trojan invaders assured , entreats Jupiter that Italy may neverthe- less survive and be herself still , may retain her own mind , manners ...
... passage , where Juno , seeing the defeat of Turnus and the Italians imminent , the victory of the Trojan invaders assured , entreats Jupiter that Italy may neverthe- less survive and be herself still , may retain her own mind , manners ...
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... passage : - ' Everything is now dark and melancholy in Mr. Gray's room , not a trace of him remains there ; it looks as if it had been for some time uninhabited , and the room bespoke for another inhabitant . The thoughts I have of him ...
... passage : - ' Everything is now dark and melancholy in Mr. Gray's room , not a trace of him remains there ; it looks as if it had been for some time uninhabited , and the room bespoke for another inhabitant . The thoughts I have of him ...
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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.