Lectures on English literature, from Chaucer to TennysonRarry & McMillan, 1855 - 411 страници |
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... Perhaps , in the analysis of my feelings , there may be another pardonable motive , in an affectionate desire , not diminishing , but grow- ing with every hour of desolate separation , of connecting some work of mine with his . Now that ...
... Perhaps , in the analysis of my feelings , there may be another pardonable motive , in an affectionate desire , not diminishing , but grow- ing with every hour of desolate separation , of connecting some work of mine with his . Now that ...
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... perhaps no one , to whom the intercourse with books has grown to be happy and habitual , who cannot recall the time when , needing other counsel than his own mind could give , he felt some guidance that was strength to him . One can ...
... perhaps no one , to whom the intercourse with books has grown to be happy and habitual , who cannot recall the time when , needing other counsel than his own mind could give , he felt some guidance that was strength to him . One can ...
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... perhaps , any language , on the birth - the life - the undying destiny of the soul of man . I have dwelt upon this prime quality of literature , its universality , because , simple as it is , it is practically lost sight of , in the ...
... perhaps , any language , on the birth - the life - the undying destiny of the soul of man . I have dwelt upon this prime quality of literature , its universality , because , simple as it is , it is practically lost sight of , in the ...
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... perhaps the meanest thing to read it for : it may be read for amusement , and that may be seasonable and salutary ; but it also may be read for happiness , rather than for mere pleasure , for a perpetual rather than a passing joy : it ...
... perhaps the meanest thing to read it for : it may be read for amusement , and that may be seasonable and salutary ; but it also may be read for happiness , rather than for mere pleasure , for a perpetual rather than a passing joy : it ...
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... perhaps best be seen in the practical application of them to the guidance and formation of our habits of reading . It * Biographia Literaria , of S. T. C. Vol . i . Part . 1. p . clxxxiv . Ed . 1847. This daughter was Mrs. Sara ...
... perhaps best be seen in the practical application of them to the guidance and formation of our habits of reading . It * Biographia Literaria , of S. T. C. Vol . i . Part . 1. p . clxxxiv . Ed . 1847. This daughter was Mrs. Sara ...
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Страница 191 - The oracles are dumb, No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving. No nightly trance, or breathed spell Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
Страница 46 - For woman is not undevelopt man, But diverse : could we make her as the man, Sweet Love were slain : his dearest bond is this, Not like to like, but like in difference. Yet in the long years liker must they grow ; The man be more of woman, she of man ; He gain in sweetness and in moral height, Nor lose the wrestling thews that throw the world ; She mental breadth, nor fail in childward care, Nor lose the childlike in the larger mind ; Till at the last she set herself to man, Like perfect music unto...
Страница 163 - Be of good comfort, Master Ridley, and play the man. We shall this day light such a candle, by God's grace, in England, as I trust shall never be put out.
Страница 227 - It was said of Socrates, that he brought Philosophy down from Heaven to inhabit among Men ; and I shall be ambitious to have it said of me, that I have brought Philosophy out of Closets and Libraries, Schools and Colleges, to dwell in Clubs and Assemblies, at Tea-tables, and in Coffee-houses.
Страница 217 - Thy soul was like a star, and dwelt apart: Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea: Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou travel on life's common way, In cheerful godliness; and yet thy heart The lowliest duties on herself did lay.
Страница 36 - Dreams, books, are each a world ; and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good : Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood, Our pastime and our happiness will grow.
Страница 224 - And, wondering, on their faces fell To worship that celestial sound : Less than a god they thought there could not dwell Within the hollow of that shell, That spoke so sweetly, and so well.
Страница 239 - Toll for the brave! The brave that are no more! All sunk beneath the wave, Fast by their native shore ! Eight hundred of the brave, Whose courage well was tried, Had made the vessel heel, And laid her on her side. A land-breeze shook the shrouds, And she was overset; Down went the Royal George, With all her crew complete.
Страница 177 - I have of late— but wherefore I know not— lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
Страница 287 - MANY a green isle needs must be In the deep wide sea of misery, Or the mariner, worn and wan, Never thus could voyage on Day and night, and night and day, Drifting on his dreary way, With the solid darkness black Closing round his vessel's track ; Whilst above the sunless sky, Big with clouds, hangs heavily...