Our Great Writers, Or, Popular Chapters on Some Leading AuthorsE. Stock, 1884 - 275 páginas |
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... felt in sympathy with the highest thoughts and best sentiments in literature-- say , if you like , in English literature ; for if you know the best things in that language you know what is best in all languages . There is a softening ...
... felt in sympathy with the highest thoughts and best sentiments in literature-- say , if you like , in English literature ; for if you know the best things in that language you know what is best in all languages . There is a softening ...
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... Crécy and Poitiers , battles of the Black Prince , ' that young Mars of men . ' Then was felt by the nations the breath of spring after the dark , dead winter of centuries ; a more than ordinary ' zephyr CHAUCER. ...
... Crécy and Poitiers , battles of the Black Prince , ' that young Mars of men . ' Then was felt by the nations the breath of spring after the dark , dead winter of centuries ; a more than ordinary ' zephyr CHAUCER. ...
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... felt thoughout Europe ; Wycliffe awoke the Church ; and then appeared ' The morning - star of song , who made His music heard below . Dan Chaucer , the first warbler whose sweet breath Preluded those melodious bursts that fill The ...
... felt thoughout Europe ; Wycliffe awoke the Church ; and then appeared ' The morning - star of song , who made His music heard below . Dan Chaucer , the first warbler whose sweet breath Preluded those melodious bursts that fill The ...
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... felt an impulse , an internal prompting , towards some indefinite literary product : Even then a wish ( I mind its power ) A wish that to my latest hour Shall strongly heave my breast , That I for poor auld Scotland's sake Some usefu ...
... felt an impulse , an internal prompting , towards some indefinite literary product : Even then a wish ( I mind its power ) A wish that to my latest hour Shall strongly heave my breast , That I for poor auld Scotland's sake Some usefu ...
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... felt to be the product of a shrewd , sound , able man who knows the world and understands true religion . And we think many men in condemning such poets have been strangely blind to the fact that a truly religious spirit may be shown in ...
... felt to be the product of a shrewd , sound , able man who knows the world and understands true religion . And we think many men in condemning such poets have been strangely blind to the fact that a truly religious spirit may be shown in ...
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Términos y frases comunes
admiration Arminian atheism beautiful better blank verse Burns Burns's Carlyle character Chaucer Christian Church culture death delightful divine doubt doubtless Dublin earnest England English epic evil expression eyes fact faith fancy father fear feeling felt genius give Goldsmith greatest Hamlet hear heart heaven highest honour Hugh Miller human humour Ireland Irish Johnson kind knew lady learned less light literary literature live London Long Parliament Lycidas Milton mind moral nation nature never noble Paradise Lost passage passion phantom called poem poet poetic poetry poor Puritan religion satire scene seems sense sentiment Shakespeare Shandy Shelley Shelley's song soul spirit Stella Sterne Sterne's strange sublime sweet Swift Tennyson Thackeray thee things thou thought tion Tristram Shandy true truth uncle Uncle Toby verse wonderful words writing written wrote Yorick young youth
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Página 246 - Perplext in faith, but pure in deeds, At last he beat his music out. There lives more faith in honest doubt, Believe me, than in half the creeds.
Página 194 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay — There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view ; I knew him well, and every truant knew: Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
Página 49 - Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves ; And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him, When he comes back...
Página 109 - Others apart sat on a hill retired, In thoughts more elevate, and reason'd high Of providence, foreknowledge, will, and fate, Fix'd fate, free will, foreknowledge absolute, And found no end, in wandering mazes lost.
Página 141 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha, for Scotland's King and Law, Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Free-man stand, or Free-man fa', Let him on wi
Página 97 - I was confirmed in this opinion, that he who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things, ought himself to be a true poem...
Página 52 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
Página 251 - And he, shall he, Man, her last work, who seem'd so fair, Such splendid purpose in his eyes, Who roll'd the psalm to wintry skies, Who built him fanes of fruitless prayer, Who trusted God was love indeed And love Creation's final law Tho...
Página 103 - Enow of such as for their bellies' sake, Creep and intrude, and climb into the fold? Of other care they little reckoning make, Than how to scramble at the shearers' feast, And shove away the worthy bidden guest; Blind mouths!
Página 216 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.