The Literature of the Victorian EraThe University Press, 1910 - 1067 pagina's |
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Pagina 3
... doubt that the Revolution was for Europe in general , both in national life and in literature , a time of heightened energy and productiveness . For more than twenty years the sword was hardly ever sheathed , and the whole Continent ...
... doubt that the Revolution was for Europe in general , both in national life and in literature , a time of heightened energy and productiveness . For more than twenty years the sword was hardly ever sheathed , and the whole Continent ...
Pagina 6
... doubt for a time they did so . It was a vacancy never to be filled again by men of their stamp , men pursuing their aims or dominated by their ambitions . Molière , Corneille and Racine , the men who made the French drama , and who gave ...
... doubt for a time they did so . It was a vacancy never to be filled again by men of their stamp , men pursuing their aims or dominated by their ambitions . Molière , Corneille and Racine , the men who made the French drama , and who gave ...
Pagina 13
... doubt , lies the task of the present and of the immediate future for literature as well as for politics . Goethe , with his usual insight , saw that only half the man could be developed unless he threw himself into the stream of life ...
... doubt , lies the task of the present and of the immediate future for literature as well as for politics . Goethe , with his usual insight , saw that only half the man could be developed unless he threw himself into the stream of life ...
Pagina 31
... doubt that John Knox had much to do with the shaping of Carlyle . Carlyle went out into the world . He went to the " worst of all hitherto discovered Universities , " locally situated at Edinburgh . There , but especially in that ...
... doubt that John Knox had much to do with the shaping of Carlyle . Carlyle went out into the world . He went to the " worst of all hitherto discovered Universities , " locally situated at Edinburgh . There , but especially in that ...
Pagina 37
... doubt he is a son of Gehenna , " Froude himself tells us he would say , when remonstrated with for charity to some scoundrel , " but you can see it is very low water with him . " If he heard a tale of sorrow he could not rest till he ...
... doubt he is a son of Gehenna , " Froude himself tells us he would say , when remonstrated with for charity to some scoundrel , " but you can see it is very low water with him . " If he heard a tale of sorrow he could not rest till he ...
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Pagina 63 - It was on the day, or rather night, of the 27th of June, 1787, between the hours of eleven and twelve, that I wrote the last lines of the last page in a summer-house in my garden. After laying down my pen, I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains.
Pagina 373 - No coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere: I see Heaven's glories shine, And faith shines equal, arming me from fear. O God within my breast, Almighty, ever-present Deity! Life— that in me has rest, As I— Undying Life— have power in Thee!
Pagina 1014 - I find this conclusion more impressed upon me, — that the greatest thing a human soul ever does in this world is to see something, and tell what it saw in a plain way. Hundreds of people can talk for one who can think, but thousands can think for one who can see. To see clearly is poetry, prophecy, and religion, — all in one.
Pagina 425 - All we have willed or hoped or dreamed of good shall exist; Not its semblance, but itself; no beauty, nor good, nor power Whose voice has gone forth, but each survives for the melodist When eternity affirms the conception of an hour.
Pagina 802 - Requiem Under the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie. Glad did I live and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be; Home is the sailor, home from sea, And the hunter home from the hill.
Pagina 373 - O God within my breast, Almighty, ever-present Deity! Life - that in me has rest, As I, undying Life, have power in thee! Vain are the thousand creeds That move men's hearts, unutterably vain; Worthless as withered weeds, Or idlest froth amid the boundless main, To waken doubt in one Holding so fast by thine infinity; So surely anchored on The steadfast rock of immortality.
Pagina 307 - Round their golden houses, girdled with the gleaming world: Where they smile in secret, looking over wasted lands, Blight and famine, plague and earthquake, roaring deeps and fiery sands, Clanging fights, and flaming towns, and sinking ships, and praying hands. 277 But they smile, they find a music centred in a doleful song Steaming up, a lamentation and an ancient tale of wrong, Like a tale of little meaning tho...
Pagina 549 - From too much love of living, From hope and fear set free, We thank with brief thanksgiving Whatever gods may be That no life lives for ever; That dead men rise up never; That even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea.
Pagina 487 - Oh threats of Hell and Hopes of Paradise! One thing at least is certain— This Life flies; One thing is certain and the rest is Lies; The Flower that once has blown for ever dies.
Pagina 416 - Spite of this flesh to-day I strove, made head, gained ground upon the whole!" As the bird wings and sings, Let us cry, "All good things Are ours, nor soul helps flesh more, now, than flesh helps soul!