The Masters of Victorian Literature, 1837-1897J. Thin, 1897 - 494 páginas |
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... dying , was called upon to witness the death of a time - honoured system . A literature with new aims and a new standpoint was required , because a new form of man and of society had emerged . The dumb agony of the nations had found ...
... dying , was called upon to witness the death of a time - honoured system . A literature with new aims and a new standpoint was required , because a new form of man and of society had emerged . The dumb agony of the nations had found ...
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... died in . At this time no dream could have seemed less likely of accomplishment . The family fortunes were far from prosperous , and when a removal to London was effected , circumstances grew worse instead of better . It must have been ...
... died in . At this time no dream could have seemed less likely of accomplishment . The family fortunes were far from prosperous , and when a removal to London was effected , circumstances grew worse instead of better . It must have been ...
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... dying daughter burst in upon the merry patter of the market place . Pickwick , on the whole , may still be held to be Dickens's most unique achievement in the field of humour , and whatever may be the general verdict regarding him , his ...
... dying daughter burst in upon the merry patter of the market place . Pickwick , on the whole , may still be held to be Dickens's most unique achievement in the field of humour , and whatever may be the general verdict regarding him , his ...
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... died suddenly in his fifty - eighth year at Gadshill , on the 9th of June 1870 , leaving un- finished a tale entitled Edwin Drood . He now lies in Westminster Abbey , surrounded by the dust of many of the greatest masters of Fancy that ...
... died suddenly in his fifty - eighth year at Gadshill , on the 9th of June 1870 , leaving un- finished a tale entitled Edwin Drood . He now lies in Westminster Abbey , surrounded by the dust of many of the greatest masters of Fancy that ...
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... died so recently as 1892. It is matter of regret that so far there is of Thackeray no adequate memorial in literary form . From his daughter , Mrs Anne Thackeray Ritchie , the inheritor of so many of her father's gifts , and the author ...
... died so recently as 1892. It is matter of regret that so far there is of Thackeray no adequate memorial in literary form . From his daughter , Mrs Anne Thackeray Ritchie , the inheritor of so many of her father's gifts , and the author ...
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Página 248 - If thou shouldst never see my face again, Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day.
Página 227 - Love took up the glass of Time, and turn'd it in his glowing hands; Every moment, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden sands. Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, pass'd in music out of sight.
Página 348 - I fled Him, down the nights and down the days; I fled Him, down the arches of the years; I fled Him, down the labyrinthine ways Of my own mind; and in the mist of tears I hid from Him, and under running laughter. Up vistaed hopes I sped; And shot, precipitated, Adown titanic glooms of chasmed fears, From those strong Feet that followed, followed after. But with unhurrying chase, And unperturbed pace, Deliberate speed, majestic instancy, They beat—and a Voice beat More instant than the Feet— "All...
Página 282 - Listen! You hear the grating roar Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling, At their return, up the high strand, Begin, and cease, and then again begin, With tremulous cadence slow, and bring The eternal note of sadness in.
Página 269 - One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, Never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, Sleep to wake.
Página 246 - On one side lay the Ocean, and on one Lay a great water, and the moon was full. Then spake King Arthur to Sir Bedivere: 'The sequel of to-day unsolders all The goodliest fellowship of famous knights Whereof this world holds record. Such a sleep They sleep - the men I loved. I think that we Shall never more, at any future time, Delight our souls with talk of knightly deeds, Walking about the gardens and the halls Of Camelot, as in the days that were. I perish by this people which I made, Tho...
Página 281 - THE sea is calm to-night. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits ; — on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Página 233 - Our little systems have their day; They have their day and cease to be: They are but broken lights of thee, And thou, O Lord, art more than they.
Página 282 - The Sea of Faith Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furl'd. But now I only hear Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, Retreating, to the breath Of the night- wind, down the vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world.
Página 247 - And to the barge they came. There those three Queens Put forth their hands, and took the King, and wept. But she, that rose the tallest of them all And fairest, laid his head upon her lap, And loosed the...