Essays in Criticism: Second SeriesBernhard Tauchnitz, 1892 - 264 стор. |
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... happiness in common things and in domestic affections — a life of which , to Milton as to Dante , too small a share was given - he seems to have known most , if not only , in his one married year with the wife who is here buried . Her ...
... happiness in common things and in domestic affections — a life of which , to Milton as to Dante , too small a share was given - he seems to have known most , if not only , in his one married year with the wife who is here buried . Her ...
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... happiness one year , is a part of Milton indeed , and in calling up her memory , we call up his . And in calling up Milton's memory we call up , let me say , a memory upon which , in prospect of the Anglo - Saxon contagion and of its ...
... happiness one year , is a part of Milton indeed , and in calling up her memory , we call up his . And in calling up Milton's memory we call up , let me say , a memory upon which , in prospect of the Anglo - Saxon contagion and of its ...
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... happiness on him , talked of him for ever , wished him with me whenever I partook of any pleasure , and flew to him for refuge whenever I felt any uneasi- ness . To whom now shall I talk of all I have seen here ? Who will teach me to ...
... happiness on him , talked of him for ever , wished him with me whenever I partook of any pleasure , and flew to him for refuge whenever I felt any uneasi- ness . To whom now shall I talk of all I have seen here ? Who will teach me to ...
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... happier away from you . ' Tis richer than an Argosy of Pearles . Do not threat me even in jest . I have been astonished that Men could die Martyrs for religion - I have shuddered at it . I shudder no more — I could be martyred for my ...
... happier away from you . ' Tis richer than an Argosy of Pearles . Do not threat me even in jest . I have been astonished that Men could die Martyrs for religion - I have shuddered at it . I shudder no more — I could be martyred for my ...
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... happiness , too , was not a stranger to it . " Nothing startles me beyond the moment , " he says ; " the setting sun will always set me to rights , or if a sparrow come before my window I take part in its existence and pick about the ...
... happiness , too , was not a stranger to it . " Nothing startles me beyond the moment , " he says ; " the setting sun will always set me to rights , or if a sparrow come before my window I take part in its existence and pick about the ...
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Сторінка 45 - 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 165 - 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 47 - 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 38 - 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 120 - Nor love thy life, nor hate; but what thou liv'st Live well; how long or short, permit to Heaven: And now prepare thee for another sight.
Сторінка 9 - The future of poetry is immense, because in poetry, where it is worthy of its high destinies, our race, as time goes on, will find an ever surer and surer stay.
Сторінка 250 - The One remains, the many change and pass; Heaven's light forever shines, Earth's shadows fly ; Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass, Stains the white radiance of Eternity, Until Death tramples it to fragments.
Сторінка 23 - What though the field be lost? All is not lost; the unconquerable will, And study of revenge, immortal hate, And courage never to submit or yield: And what is else not to be overcome?
Сторінка 23 - Horatio, what a wounded name, Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me. If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart, Absent thee from felicity awhile, And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain, To tell my story.
Сторінка 132 - Must hear Humanity in fields and groves Pipe solitary anguish; or must hang Brooding above the fierce confederate storm Of sorrow, barricadoed evermore Within the walls of cities — may these sounds Have their authentic comment; that even these Hearing, I be not downcast or forlorn!