The Works of Matthew Arnold, Том 4Macmillan, 1903 |
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... speak temperately . They are irresistible , and justify all the rapture with which his successors speak of his gold dew- drops of speech . ' Johnson misses the point entirely when he finds fault with Dryden for ascribing to Chaucer the ...
... speak temperately . They are irresistible , and justify all the rapture with which his successors speak of his gold dew- drops of speech . ' Johnson misses the point entirely when he finds fault with Dryden for ascribing to Chaucer the ...
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... speaking to us with his real voice ; something , therefore , poetically unsound . With still more confidence will his admirers tell us that we have the genuine Burns , the great poet , when his strain asserts the independence , equality ...
... speaking to us with his real voice ; something , therefore , poetically unsound . With still more confidence will his admirers tell us that we have the genuine Burns , the great poet , when his strain asserts the independence , equality ...
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... speaking to us from these depths , he is more or less preaching . And the compensation for admiring such passages less , from missing the perfect poetic accent in them , will be that we shall admire more the poetry where that accent is ...
... speaking to us from these depths , he is more or less preaching . And the compensation for admiring such passages less , from missing the perfect poetic accent in them , will be that we shall admire more the poetry where that accent is ...
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... speak , is , even more than the gift in honour of Shak- speare , one to suggest edifying reflections to us . Like Mr. Whittier , I treat the gift of Mr. Childs as a gift in honour of Milton , although the window given is in memory of ...
... speak , is , even more than the gift in honour of Shak- speare , one to suggest edifying reflections to us . Like Mr. Whittier , I treat the gift of Mr. Childs as a gift in honour of Milton , although the window given is in memory of ...
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... Speaking of the Poet - Laureateship , ' Dryden , ' he writes to Mason , was as disgraceful to the office from his character , as the poorest scribbler could have been from his verses . ' Even where crying blemishes were absent , the ...
... Speaking of the Poet - Laureateship , ' Dryden , ' he writes to Mason , was as disgraceful to the office from his character , as the poorest scribbler could have been from his verses . ' Even where crying blemishes were absent , the ...
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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.