The Masters of Victorian Literature, 1837-1897J. Thin, 1897 - 494 páginas |
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... tale of domestic incident or of romantic adventure . This is largely due to the more humanitarian and scientific interest that is being felt for all that concerns men and women as they are to be found grouped in the various relations of ...
... tale of domestic incident or of romantic adventure . This is largely due to the more humanitarian and scientific interest that is being felt for all that concerns men and women as they are to be found grouped in the various relations of ...
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... tales , a breath as of the strong mountain air blows round us , and the novel seems to be won back to the old sweet wholesomeness it once had under Scott . A somewhat unaccountable success has also attended a certain form of the ...
... tales , a breath as of the strong mountain air blows round us , and the novel seems to be won back to the old sweet wholesomeness it once had under Scott . A somewhat unaccountable success has also attended a certain form of the ...
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... Tale of Two Cities ( 1859 ) , but with no great success . It must be confessed also that all his later works , such as The Child's History of England ( 1851 ) , Bleak House ( 1854 ) , Little Dorrit ( 1855 ) , Great Expectations ( 1858 ) ...
... Tale of Two Cities ( 1859 ) , but with no great success . It must be confessed also that all his later works , such as The Child's History of England ( 1851 ) , Bleak House ( 1854 ) , Little Dorrit ( 1855 ) , Great Expectations ( 1858 ) ...
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... tales , might have been expected that worthy and complete life of her father which the world has waited for so long . And it is understood that only his own wish has prevented this service of love from being rendered long ago . Recently ...
... tales , might have been expected that worthy and complete life of her father which the world has waited for so long . And it is understood that only his own wish has prevented this service of love from being rendered long ago . Recently ...
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... tales his children would forget everything , even the meal of which they were partaking , and would be some- times melted with their pathos , and sometimes thrilled with their horror . It would appear , there fore , that in the story of ...
... tales his children would forget everything , even the meal of which they were partaking , and would be some- times melted with their pathos , and sometimes thrilled with their horror . It would appear , there fore , that in the story of ...
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Página 252 - 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 231 - 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 352 - 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 286 - 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 250 - 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 285 - 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 237 - 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 286 - 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 251 - 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...