Introduction to American Literature: Or, The Origin and Development of the English Language, with Gems of PoetryDerby, Bradley, 1846 - 420 страници |
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... heart , de- velop and cherish the finest sensibilities , and shed a lustre upon the age in which they flourish . Through these the spirit , the sentiment , and the genius of one age are transmitted to succeeding generations in the ...
... heart , de- velop and cherish the finest sensibilities , and shed a lustre upon the age in which they flourish . Through these the spirit , the sentiment , and the genius of one age are transmitted to succeeding generations in the ...
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... heart : it combines sentiment and reason ; it elevates man in the scale of being , and at the same time unites him in feeling and interest with his fellow man . Love is the soul of Christianity , and it acts by sympathy , without the ...
... heart : it combines sentiment and reason ; it elevates man in the scale of being , and at the same time unites him in feeling and interest with his fellow man . Love is the soul of Christianity , and it acts by sympathy , without the ...
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... germs of beauty which do not unfold themselves in other hearts and in the progress of civilization a realm is at last reached where the visions of the poet and the brightest dreams of the philosopher are un- dergoing POLITE LEARNING . 35.
... germs of beauty which do not unfold themselves in other hearts and in the progress of civilization a realm is at last reached where the visions of the poet and the brightest dreams of the philosopher are un- dergoing POLITE LEARNING . 35.
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... heart , words are like sunbeams , scintillations of the essence from the fountain of light and thought . The narration of mere facts is not the only office which language performs : it acts in a higher and nobler capacity . While it is ...
... heart , words are like sunbeams , scintillations of the essence from the fountain of light and thought . The narration of mere facts is not the only office which language performs : it acts in a higher and nobler capacity . While it is ...
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... heart ; to sway the passions , calm the tumult of conflicting elements , and control the mind , Our native tongue may not have the grace and melody of the Italian , nor the vivacity of the French , or its powers to express abstract ...
... heart ; to sway the passions , calm the tumult of conflicting elements , and control the mind , Our native tongue may not have the grace and melody of the Italian , nor the vivacity of the French , or its powers to express abstract ...
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Страница 354 - Hermes, or unsphere The spirit of Plato, to unfold What worlds or what vast regions hold The immortal mind that hath forsook Her mansion in this fleshly nook...
Страница 355 - Or call up him that left half told The story of Cambuscan bold, Of Camball, and of Algarsife, And who had Canace to wife, That owned the virtuous ring and glass, And of the wond'rous horse of brass, On which the Tartar king did ride; And if aught else, great bards beside, In sage and solemn tunes have sung, Of tourneys and of trophies hung; Of forests, and enchantments drear, Where more is meant than meets the ear.
Страница 355 - And when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves And shadows brown that Sylvan loves, Of pine or monumental oak, Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt.
Страница 357 - Hence, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy ! Find out some uncouth cell, Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wings, And the night-raven sings ; There, under ebon shades and low-browed rocks, As ragged as thy locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.
Страница 272 - How does my royal lord ? How fares your majesty ? Lear. You do me wrong to take me out o' the grave : Thou art a soul in bliss ; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.
Страница 353 - There, held in holy passion still, Forget thyself to marble, till With a sad leaden downward cast Thou fix them on the earth as fast. And join with thee calm Peace and Quiet, Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet, And hears the Muses in a ring Aye round about Jove's altar sing...
Страница 354 - Swinging slow with sullen roar ; Or if the air will not permit, Some still removed place will fit, Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom, Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth, Or the bellman's drowsy charm, To bless the doors from nightly harm.
Страница 352 - He met her, and in secret shades Of woody Ida's inmost grove, While yet there was no fear of Jove. 30 Come, pensive Nun, devout and pure, Sober, steadfast, and demure, All in a robe of darkest grain Flowing with majestic train, And sable stole of cypress lawn, 35 Over thy decent shoulders drawn.
Страница 264 - Who, in their greatest cost, Seek nothing but commending: And if they make reply, Then give them all the lie. Tell zeal it wants devotion; Tell love it is but lust; Tell time it is but motion; Tell flesh it is but dust: And wish them not reply, For thou must give the lie.
Страница 289 - But you like none, none you, for constant heart. LIV O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses, Hang on such thorns and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses; But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves....