Studies in Philology, Volume 23University of North Carolina Press, 1926 |
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Pagina 14
... public wanted . The American observer had learned his English literature from the same sources as the average Englishman . His own magazines copied generously from those of England , and his own publishers found greater profit in ...
... public wanted . The American observer had learned his English literature from the same sources as the average Englishman . His own magazines copied generously from those of England , and his own publishers found greater profit in ...
Pagina 40
... public . " Under a second autobiographical impulse , as he himself calls it , he wrote The Custom House , the sketch prefixed to The Scarlet Letter ( 1850 ) ; but here , too , he voices his disapproval of authors who " indulge ...
... public . " Under a second autobiographical impulse , as he himself calls it , he wrote The Custom House , the sketch prefixed to The Scarlet Letter ( 1850 ) ; but here , too , he voices his disapproval of authors who " indulge ...
Pagina 41
... public with the tales written under such circumstances . The stories were , he says in the Preface to the second edition of the Twice - Told Tales ( 1851 ) , " the pro- duction of a person in retirement . " They lack passion , humor ...
... public with the tales written under such circumstances . The stories were , he says in the Preface to the second edition of the Twice - Told Tales ( 1851 ) , " the pro- duction of a person in retirement . " They lack passion , humor ...
Pagina 43
... public office for the sake of mere money . Yet , by his own account , his business life was neither hurried nor exhausting . There was time enough for long walks by the shore and in the woods ; there were hours enough of solitary musing ...
... public office for the sake of mere money . Yet , by his own account , his business life was neither hurried nor exhausting . There was time enough for long walks by the shore and in the woods ; there were hours enough of solitary musing ...
Pagina 71
... public would not read the chapter . No man asks , Where is the Chapter ? 46 A few days before , commenting upon Coleridge's treatment of the distinction between the Imagination and the Fancy , Emerson gave his conception of the ...
... public would not read the chapter . No man asks , Where is the Chapter ? 46 A few days before , commenting upon Coleridge's treatment of the distinction between the Imagination and the Fancy , Emerson gave his conception of the ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 72 - The fancy is indeed no other than a mode of memory emancipated from the order of time and space, while it is blended with, and modified by, that empirical phenomenon of the will which we express by the word choice. But equally with the ordinary memory the fancy must receive all its materials ready made from the law of association.
Pagina 72 - The primary imagination I hold to be the living power and prime agent of all human perception, and as a repetition in the finite mind of the eternal act of creation in the infinite I AM.
Pagina 77 - I am not blind to the worth of the wonderful gift of "Leaves of Grass." I find it the most extraordinary piece of wit and wisdom that America has yet contributed.
Pagina 432 - So stretch'd out huge in length the Arch-fiend lay, Chain'd on the burning lake : nor ever thence Had risen, or heav'd his head ; but that the will And high permission of all-ruling Heaven Left him at large to his own dark designs...
Pagina 72 - I consider as an echo of the former, co-existing with the conscious will, yet still as identical with the primary in the kind of its agency, and differing only in degree and in the mode of its operation. It dissolves, diffuses, dissipates, in order to recreate; or where this process is rendered impossible, yet still at all events it Struggles to idealize and to unify. It is essentially vital, even as all objects (as objects) are essentially fixed and dead.
Pagina 192 - The lights burn blue. It is now dead midnight. Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What! do I fear myself? there's none else by Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I.
Pagina 40 - So far as I am a man of really individual attributes I veil my face ; nor am I, nor have I ever been, one of those supremely hospitable people who serve up their own hearts, delicately fried, with brain sauce, as a tidbit for their beloved public.
Pagina 171 - As, when far off at sea, a fleet descried Hangs in the clouds, by equinoctial winds Close sailing from Bengala, or the isles Of Ternate and Tidore, whence merchants bring Their spicy drugs; they, on the trading flood, Through the wide Ethiopian to the Cape, Ply stemming nightly toward the pole : so seem'd Far off the flying fiend.
Pagina 72 - Ah! then, if mine had been the Painter's hand, To express what then I saw; and add the gleam The light that never was on sea or land, The consecration and the Poet's dream; I would have planted thee, thou hoary Pile!
Pagina 192 - The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am.