Essays in Criticism: Second SeriesBernhard Tauchnitz, 1892 - 264 стор. |
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... seen , praised its matter admirably ; but of its exquisite manner and movement all he can find to say is that " there is the rude sweetness of a Scotch tune in it , which is natural and pleasing , though not perfect . " Addison ...
... seen , praised its matter admirably ; but of its exquisite manner and movement all he can find to say is that " there is the rude sweetness of a Scotch tune in it , which is natural and pleasing , though not perfect . " Addison ...
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... seen and admitted . A lady in the State of Ohio sent to me only the other day a volume on American authors ; the praise given throughout was of such high pitch that in thanking her I could not forbear saying that for only one or two of ...
... seen and admitted . A lady in the State of Ohio sent to me only the other day a volume on American authors ; the praise given throughout was of such high pitch that in thanking her I could not forbear saying that for only one or two of ...
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... seen here ? Who will teach me to read , to think , to feel ? I protest to you , that whatever I did or thought had a reference to him . If I met with any chagrins , I comforted myself that I had a treasure at home ; if all the world had ...
... seen here ? Who will teach me to read , to think , to feel ? I protest to you , that whatever I did or thought had a reference to him . If I met with any chagrins , I comforted myself that I had a treasure at home ; if all the world had ...
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... seen under what obligation to Dryden Gray professed himself to be— " if there was any excellence in his numbers , he had learned it wholly from that great poet . " It was not for nothing that he came when Dryden had lately " embellished ...
... seen under what obligation to Dryden Gray professed himself to be— " if there was any excellence in his numbers , he had learned it wholly from that great poet . " It was not for nothing that he came when Dryden had lately " embellished ...
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... seen , it could not but be . Even what he pro- duced is not always pure in diction , true in evolu- tion . Still , with whatever drawbacks , he is alone , or almost alone ( for Collins has something of the like merit ) in his age . Gray ...
... seen , it could not but be . Even what he pro- duced is not always pure in diction , true in evolu- tion . Still , with whatever drawbacks , he is alone , or almost alone ( for Collins has something of the like merit ) in his age . Gray ...
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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!