Latest literary essays and addresses. 1892. [v. 12] The old English dramatists [c1892Houghton, Mifflin, 1892 |
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... French one between 1700 and 1800 need have feared a writ de lunatico inquirendo . They talk , to be sure , of " sacred rages , " but in so decorous a tone that we do not even glance towards the tongs . They invoke fire from heaven in ...
... French one between 1700 and 1800 need have feared a writ de lunatico inquirendo . They talk , to be sure , of " sacred rages , " but in so decorous a tone that we do not even glance towards the tongs . They invoke fire from heaven in ...
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... French ; and if this sometimes had an ill effect on his poetry , it was greatly to the advantage of his prose , wherein ease and dignity are combined in that happy congruity of propor- tion which we call style , and the scholar's ...
... French ; and if this sometimes had an ill effect on his poetry , it was greatly to the advantage of his prose , wherein ease and dignity are combined in that happy congruity of propor- tion which we call style , and the scholar's ...
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... French Revolution . For our own War of Independence , though it gave the first impulse to that awful riot of human nature turned loose among first principles , was but the reassertion of established precedents and traditions , and essen ...
... French Revolution . For our own War of Independence , though it gave the first impulse to that awful riot of human nature turned loose among first principles , was but the reassertion of established precedents and traditions , and essen ...
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... French Revolution . And yet it was precisely this gay insouciance , this forgetfulness that the world ex- isted for any but a single class in it , and this care- lessness of the comfort of others that made the catastrophe possible ...
... French Revolution . And yet it was precisely this gay insouciance , this forgetfulness that the world ex- isted for any but a single class in it , and this care- lessness of the comfort of others that made the catastrophe possible ...
Pagina 22
... French poetry published under the pseudonym of Joseph Delorme than of Gray . Gray had been a successful poet , if ever there was one , for he had pleased both the few and the many . There is a great difference between I could if I would ...
... French poetry published under the pseudonym of Joseph Delorme than of Gray . Gray had been a successful poet , if ever there was one , for he had pleased both the few and the many . There is a great difference between I could if I would ...
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Pagina 36 - Phoebus lifts his golden fire : The birds in vain their amorous descant join, Or cheerful fields resume their green attire. These ears, alas! for other notes repine; A different object do these eyes require: My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine: And in my breast the imperfect joys expire...
Pagina 37 - 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.
Pagina 225 - 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.
Pagina 221 - 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...
Pagina 73 - 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...
Pagina 315 - 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.
Pagina 41 - Berkley's roof that ring, Shrieks of an agonizing king ! She-wolf of France, with unrelenting fangs, That tear'st the bowels of thy mangled mate, From thee be born, who o'er thy country hangs The scourge of heaven. What terrors round him wait ! Amazement in his van, with flight combined, And sorrow's faded form, and solitude behind.
Pagina 152 - The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage Brought my too diligent ear : for several virtues Have I liked several women ; never any With so full soul, but some defect in her Did quarrel with the noblest grace she owed, And put it to the foil : but you, O you, So perfect, and so peerless, are created Of every creature's best.
Pagina 228 - I'll look on them, Here, here! [Gives the crown.] Now, sweet God of Heaven, Make me despise this transitory pomp, And sit for aye enthronized in Heaven! Come, death, and with thy fingers close my eyes, Or if I live, let me forget myself.
Pagina 223 - Our souls, whose faculties can comprehend The wondrous architecture of the world, And measure every wandering planet's course, Still climbing after knowledge infinite, And always moving as the restless spheres, Will us to wear ourselves, and never rest, Until we reach the ripest fruit of all, That perfect bliss and sole felicity, The sweet fruition of an earthly crown.