Literary Criticism for StudentsEdward Tompkins McLaughlin H. Holt, 1893 - 236 страници |
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... gives us more than ideas , -sen- sations . Through it we learn to feel , to feel through the whole scale of emotion , from soul to verbal form . Whatever stimulates a refined joy , -stirs the im- agination and keeps it abreast with ...
... gives us more than ideas , -sen- sations . Through it we learn to feel , to feel through the whole scale of emotion , from soul to verbal form . Whatever stimulates a refined joy , -stirs the im- agination and keeps it abreast with ...
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... give rather more ex- tended passages from two or three authors , and for this fuller exposition of their thought I have selected Coleridge and Arnold , as the two whose influence on the literary criticism of the century has been and ...
... give rather more ex- tended passages from two or three authors , and for this fuller exposition of their thought I have selected Coleridge and Arnold , as the two whose influence on the literary criticism of the century has been and ...
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... give you a cluster of grapes , that full of that taste you may long to pass further . He beginneth not with obscure definitions , which must blur the margin with interpretations , and load the memory with doubtfulness , but he cometh to ...
... give you a cluster of grapes , that full of that taste you may long to pass further . He beginneth not with obscure definitions , which must blur the margin with interpretations , and load the memory with doubtfulness , but he cometh to ...
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... gives it new strength , as if it grew lustier by the going back . As we see in the contention of leaping , they jump farthest that fetch their race largest ; or , as in throwing a dart or javelin , we force back our arms to make our ...
... gives it new strength , as if it grew lustier by the going back . As we see in the contention of leaping , they jump farthest that fetch their race largest ; or , as in throwing a dart or javelin , we force back our arms to make our ...
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... give a horse a check sometimes with a bit , which doth not so much stop his course as stir his mettle . Again , whither a man's genius is best able to reach , thither it should more and more contend , lift and dilate itself ; as men of ...
... give a horse a check sometimes with a bit , which doth not so much stop his course as stir his mettle . Again , whither a man's genius is best able to reach , thither it should more and more contend , lift and dilate itself ; as men of ...
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Страница 48 - ... the primary laws of our nature: chiefly, as far as regards the manner in which we associate ideas in a state of excitement.
Страница viii - Revisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon, Making night hideous, and we fools of nature, So horridly to shake our disposition, With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls ? Say, why is this ? wherefore ? what should we do ? [Ghost beckons HAMLET.
Страница 137 - The moon shines bright : — In such a night as this, When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees, And they did make no noise ; in such a night, Troilus, methinks, mounted the Trojan walls, And sigh'd his soul toward the Grecian tents, Where Cressid lay that night.
Страница 88 - It may be safely affirmed that there neither is, nor can be, any essential difference between the language of prose and metrical composition.
Страница 215 - From their immortal flowers of poesy, Wherein, as in a mirror, we perceive The highest reaches of a human wit; If these had made one poem's period, And all...
Страница 82 - And the sad augurs mock their own presage ; Incertainties now crown themselves assured And peace proclaims olives of endless age. Now with the drops of this most balmy time My love looks fresh, and Death to me subscribes, Since, spite of him, I '11 live in this poor rhyme, "While he insults o'er dull and speechless tribes : And thou in this shalt find thy monument, When tyrants' crests and tombs of brass are spent CVIII.
Страница 9 - ... upon themselves care and industry; they did nothing rashly: they obtained first to write well, and then custom made it easy and a habit.
Страница 164 - Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again!
Страница 53 - Phoebus lifts his golden fire: The birds in vain their amorous descant join, Or cheerful fields resume their green attire. These ears, alas! for other notes repine; A different object do these eyes require; My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine; And in my breast the imperfect joys expire; Yet morning smiles the busy race to cheer, And new-born pleasure brings to happier men; The fields to all their wonted tribute bear; To warm their little loves the birds complain. I fruitless mourn to him that...
Страница 83 - With this he breaketh from the sweet embrace Of those fair arms which bound him to her breast, And homeward through the dark laund runs apace; Leaves Love upon her back, deeply distress'd. Look how a bright star shooteth from the sky, So glides he in the night from Venus...