Literary Criticism for StudentsEdward Tompkins McLaughlin H. Holt, 1893 - 236 страници |
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... intelligent people . The classics of our poetry and prose are not popular , and where they are read , what to a few appears their best is quite missed by most . These think carelessly , feel bluntly , and are not sensitive to art and ...
... intelligent people . The classics of our poetry and prose are not popular , and where they are read , what to a few appears their best is quite missed by most . These think carelessly , feel bluntly , and are not sensitive to art and ...
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... intelligent people not to care about belles lettres . Too much profit is lost if they are missed : too much profit , too much pleasure . One of the pathetic aspects of life is that so large a number never come to realize its inner ...
... intelligent people not to care about belles lettres . Too much profit is lost if they are missed : too much profit , too much pleasure . One of the pathetic aspects of life is that so large a number never come to realize its inner ...
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... and significance of an author whom we ourselves have felt . Even if there is nothing new , we enjoy the play of happy phrase and nimble association ; we enjoy the sense of intelligent and refined compan- ionship . xvi INTRODUCTION .
... and significance of an author whom we ourselves have felt . Even if there is nothing new , we enjoy the play of happy phrase and nimble association ; we enjoy the sense of intelligent and refined compan- ionship . xvi INTRODUCTION .
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Edward Tompkins McLaughlin. enjoy the sense of intelligent and refined compan- ionship . But when a new lode is opened before us , -meanings and graces unguessed before , —aside from our absolute acquisition , how profitable is the ...
Edward Tompkins McLaughlin. enjoy the sense of intelligent and refined compan- ionship . But when a new lode is opened before us , -meanings and graces unguessed before , —aside from our absolute acquisition , how profitable is the ...
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... intelligent reader , should the poet interweave any foreign splendor of his own with that which the passion naturally suggests : it is sufficient to say that such addition is unnecessary . And , surely , it is more probable that those ...
... intelligent reader , should the poet interweave any foreign splendor of his own with that which the passion naturally suggests : it is sufficient to say that such addition is unnecessary . And , surely , it is more probable that those ...
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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...