Transcripts and StudiesK. Paul, Trench, Trübner & Company, Limited, 1888 - 525 pagina's |
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... critic , Harriet Martineau , that " the merits of his dis- courses were so great that he might probably have gone on year after year till this time with improving success and perhaps ease , but the struggle was too severe , " i.e. , the ...
... critic , Harriet Martineau , that " the merits of his dis- courses were so great that he might probably have gone on year after year till this time with improving success and perhaps ease , but the struggle was too severe , " i.e. , the ...
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... critics wrote books to teach you how to hold your arm and your leg , in the middle of all this absurd and wicked period Tacitus was born , and was enabled to be a Roman after all . He stood like a Colossus at the edge of a dark night ...
... critics wrote books to teach you how to hold your arm and your leg , in the middle of all this absurd and wicked period Tacitus was born , and was enabled to be a Roman after all . He stood like a Colossus at the edge of a dark night ...
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... critics call humour . " If any one wish to know the difference between humour and wit , the laughter of the fool , which the wise man , by a similitude founded on deep earnestness , calls the crackling of thorns under a pot , let him ...
... critics call humour . " If any one wish to know the difference between humour and wit , the laughter of the fool , which the wise man , by a similitude founded on deep earnestness , calls the crackling of thorns under a pot , let him ...
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... Philosophical View of Reform " ends . It could close with no more sacred thought or word than that of reconciliation- " word over all , beautiful as the sky . " LAST WORDS ON SHELLEY . SOME critics of my " 74 Transcripts and Studies .
... Philosophical View of Reform " ends . It could close with no more sacred thought or word than that of reconciliation- " word over all , beautiful as the sky . " LAST WORDS ON SHELLEY . SOME critics of my " 74 Transcripts and Studies .
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Edward Dowden. LAST WORDS ON SHELLEY . SOME critics of my " Life of Shelley , " the reviewers , if I remember rightly , in The Times , the Athenæum , and the Quarterly Review , noticed with some surprise or regret the fact that I nowhere ...
Edward Dowden. LAST WORDS ON SHELLEY . SOME critics of my " Life of Shelley , " the reviewers , if I remember rightly , in The Times , the Athenæum , and the Quarterly Review , noticed with some surprise or regret the fact that I nowhere ...
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Pagina 360 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Pagina 208 - Let knowledge grow from more to more, But more of reverence in us dwell; That mind and soul, according well, May make one music as before, But vaster.
Pagina 142 - ... Green pastures she views in the midst of the dale, Down which she so often has tripped with her pail ; And a single small Cottage, a nest like a dove's, The one only dwelling on earth that she loves. She looks, and her heart is in heaven : but they fade, The mist and the river, the hill and the shade : The stream will not flow, and the hill will not rise, And the colours have all passed away from her eyes.
Pagina 206 - For I must tread on shadowy ground, must sink Deep — and, aloft ascending, breathe in worlds To which the heaven of heavens is but a veil. All strength — all terror, single or in bands, That ever was put forth in personal form — Jehovah — with his thunder, and the choir Of shouting Angels, and the empyreal thrones — I pass them unalarmed.
Pagina 457 - Had fed the feeling of their masters' thoughts, And every sweetness that inspir'd their hearts, Their minds, and muses on admired themes; If all the heavenly quintessence they still 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 combin'd in beauty's worthiness, Yet should there hover in their restless heads One thought, one grace, one wonder, at the least, Which into words no virtue can digest.
Pagina 208 - Nor thro' the questions men may try, The petty cobwebs we have spun : If e'er when faith had fall'n asleep, I heard a voice, "Believe no more," And heard an ever-breaking shore That tumbled in the godless deep; A warmth within the breast would melt The freezing reason's colder part, And like a man in wrath the heart Stood up and answer'd, "I have felt.
Pagina 420 - Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night : It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden ; Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be, Ere one can say — It lightens.
Pagina 474 - What th' unsearchable dispose Of highest Wisdom brings about, And ever best found in the close. Oft he seems to hide his face, But unexpectedly returns, And to his faithful champion hath in place Bore witness gloriously ; whence Gaza mourns, And all that band them to resist His...
Pagina 155 - Cuckoo ! shall I call thee Bird, Or but a wandering Voice ? While I am lying on the grass Thy twofold shout I hear, From hill to hill it seems to pass, At once far off, and near. Though babbling only to the Vale, Of sunshine and of flowers, Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring ! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery ; The same...
Pagina 162 - IF thou indeed derive thy light from Heaven, Then, to the measure of that heaven-born light, Shine, Poet ! in thy place, and be content : — The stars pre-eminent in magnitude, And they that from the zenith dart their beams, (Visible though they be to half the earth, Though half a sphere be conscious of their brightness) Are yet of no diviner origin, No purer essence, than the one that burns, Like an untended watch-fire on the ridge...