Latest Literary Essays ; The Old English DramatistsRiverside Press, 1889 - 461ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... , whose furrow of splendor across the eyeballs of the mind leaves them momentarily dark to the outward universe , only to quicken their vision of inward and incommunicable things . There was some truth in this criticism ,
... , whose furrow of splendor across the eyeballs of the mind leaves them momentarily dark to the outward universe , only to quicken their vision of inward and incommunicable things . There was some truth in this criticism ,
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James Russell Lowell. things . There was some truth in this criticism , as there commonly is in the harsh judgments of imperfect sympathy , but it was far from being the whole truth . If poesy be , as the highest authority has de- fined ...
James Russell Lowell. things . There was some truth in this criticism , as there commonly is in the harsh judgments of imperfect sympathy , but it was far from being the whole truth . If poesy be , as the highest authority has de- fined ...
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... thing over again every time , and believing the pentameter couplet a part of the British Consti- tution . And yet it is to the credit of that age to have kept alive the wholesome tradition that Writing , whether in prose or verse , was ...
... thing over again every time , and believing the pentameter couplet a part of the British Consti- tution . And yet it is to the credit of that age to have kept alive the wholesome tradition that Writing , whether in prose or verse , was ...
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... things as they were , which is no unsound philosophy for the mass of man- kind , and which has been impossible since the first French Revolution . For our own War of Independence , though it gave the first impulse to that awful riot of ...
... things as they were , which is no unsound philosophy for the mass of man- kind , and which has been impossible since the first French Revolution . For our own War of Independence , though it gave the first impulse to that awful riot of ...
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... thing I am sure of , that the private person was of more importance both to himself and others then than now , and that self - consciousness was , accordingly , a vast deal more comfortable be- cause it had less need of conscious self ...
... thing I am sure of , that the private person was of more importance both to himself and others then than now , and that self - consciousness was , accordingly , a vast deal more comfortable be- cause it had less need of conscious self ...
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182 ÆäÀÌÁö - What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid ! heard words that have been So nimble, and so full of subtle flame, As if that every one from whence they came Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest, And had resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life...
207 ÆäÀÌÁö - Had fed the feeling of their masters' thoughts, And every sweetness that inspired 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 combined 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...
271 ÆäÀÌÁö - There is no danger to a man, that knows What life and death is : there's not any law Exceeds his knowledge ; neither is it lawful That he should stoop to any other law : He goes before them, and commands them all, That to himself is a law rational.
187 ÆäÀÌÁö - Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee ; When thou art old there's grief enough for thee.
211 ÆäÀÌÁö - The reluctant pangs of abdicating royalty in Edward furnished hints, which Shakspeare scarcely improved in his Richard the Second ; and the death-scene of Marlowe's king moves pity and terror beyond any scene, ancient or modern, with which I am acquainted.
222 ÆäÀÌÁö - I'll have them fly to India for gold, Ransack the ocean for orient pearl, And search all corners of the new-found world For pleasant fruits and princely delicates; I'll have them read me strange philosophy And tell the secrets of all foreign kings...
88 ÆäÀÌÁö - But the Nightingale, another of my airy creatures, breathes such sweet loud music out of her little instrumental throat, that it might make mankind to think miracles are not ceased. He that at midnight, when the very labourer sleeps securely, should hear, as I have very often, the clear airs, the sweet descants, the natural rising and falling, the doubling and redoubling of her voice, might well be lifted above earth, and say...
293 ÆäÀÌÁö - Sidney's sister, Pembroke's mother. Death, ere thou hast slain another Fair and learn'd and good as she, Time shall throw a dart at thee.
312 ÆäÀÌÁö - Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased ; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow ; Raze out the written troubles of the brain ; And, with some sweet, oblivious antidote, Cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff, Which weighs upon the heart ? Doct.
42 ÆäÀÌÁö - And in my breast the imperfect joys expire; Yet Morning smiles the busy race to cheer, And new-born pleasure brings to happier men; The fields to all their wonted tribute bear; To warm their little loves the birds complain. I fruitless mourn to him that cannot hear And weep the more because I weep in vain.