The Continuity of LettersClarendon Press, 1923 - 273 стор. |
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... human sanity is among the characteristics of the Middle Age , or even certainly not unity - of the Faery Queen . That poem has the mediaeval weakness of meandering endlessly towards a goal which no one can guess at , and which , in fact ...
... human sanity is among the characteristics of the Middle Age , or even certainly not unity - of the Faery Queen . That poem has the mediaeval weakness of meandering endlessly towards a goal which no one can guess at , and which , in fact ...
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... human life has become merely polite society : we seem to have escaped from the wild forest of romance only to shut ourselves up in a London parlour , and from the absurdities of a world where everybody seemed to walk on stilts to the ...
... human life has become merely polite society : we seem to have escaped from the wild forest of romance only to shut ourselves up in a London parlour , and from the absurdities of a world where everybody seemed to walk on stilts to the ...
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... human and the divine , the eternal majesty of law and right . By the greatness of his nature and the power of his style he carries the minds of his readers far away above his patron's personal achieve- ments , fulfilling and exalting ...
... human and the divine , the eternal majesty of law and right . By the greatness of his nature and the power of his style he carries the minds of his readers far away above his patron's personal achieve- ments , fulfilling and exalting ...
Сторінка 27
... human life , and , more than that , in the life of the gods too . And so we have travelled from the individual to the state , from the human to the divine , from earth to heaven ; and a poem that might have been a mere outburst of ...
... human life , and , more than that , in the life of the gods too . And so we have travelled from the individual to the state , from the human to the divine , from earth to heaven ; and a poem that might have been a mere outburst of ...
Сторінка 29
... human imagination to which Echo and Maia are true living visions . Everything invented so as to fill mind and heart and soul ' , says a good writer , ' is true . ' Pindar's invention stands this test . But who does not feel that this is ...
... human imagination to which Echo and Maia are true living visions . Everything invented so as to fill mind and heart and soul ' , says a good writer , ' is true . ' Pindar's invention stands this test . But who does not feel that this is ...
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Сторінка 177 - Two Voices are there ; one is of the Sea, One of the Mountains ; each a mighty Voice : In both from age to age Thou didst rejoice, They were thy chosen Music, Liberty...
Сторінка 40 - Twilight gray had in her sober livery all things clad : Silence accompanied ; for Beast and Bird, they to their grassy couch, these to their nests, were slunk, — all but the wakeful nightingale; she, all night long, her amorous descant sung; Silence was pleased. Now...
Сторінка 26 - One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, Never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, Sleep to wake.
Сторінка 29 - Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark, what discord follows ! each thing meets In mere oppugnancy : the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores, And make a sop of all this solid globe : Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead : Force should be right ; or rather, right and wrong (Between whose endless jar justice resides), Should lose their names, and so should justice too.
Сторінка 32 - This feather stirs; she lives! If it be so, It is a chance which does redeem all sorrows That ever I have felt.
Сторінка 177 - There came a tyrant, and with holy glee Thou fought'st against him ; but hast vainly striven : Thou from thy Alpine holds at length art driven, Where not a torrent murmurs heard by thee. Of one deep bliss thine ear hath been bereft : Then cleave, O cleave to that which still is left ; For, high-souled maid, what sorrow would it be That mountain floods should thunder as before, And ocean bellow from his rocky shore, And neither awful voice be heard by thee...
Сторінка 246 - Tis a note of enchantment ; what ails her ? She sees A mountain ascending, a vision of trees; Bright volumes of vapour through Lothbury glide, And a river flows on through the vale of Cheapside.
Сторінка 74 - A goodly portly man, i' faith, and a corpulent of a cheerful look, a pleasing eye, and a most noble: carriage ; and, as I think, his age some fifty, or, by'r lady, inclining to threescore, and now I remember me, his name is Falstaff: if that man should be lewdly given, he deceiveth me ; for, Harry, I see virtue in his looks. If then the tree may...
Сторінка 27 - All is best, though we oft doubt, What the unsearchable dispose Of highest wisdom brings about, And ever best found in the close.
Сторінка 262 - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire; Hands that the rod of empire might have swayed, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre...