Latest literary essays and addresses. 1892. [v. 12] The old English dramatists [c1892Houghton, Mifflin, 1892 |
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... doubt , whether he would have published it in its present form , is the paper on " Richard III . " With this he was not satisfied , and he hesitated in regard to printing it . It has seemed to me of interest enough to warrant its ...
... doubt , whether he would have published it in its present form , is the paper on " Richard III . " With this he was not satisfied , and he hesitated in regard to printing it . It has seemed to me of interest enough to warrant its ...
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... doubt , is the view of a special mood , but it is a mood that grows upon us the longer we have stood upon our lees . Enough if we feel a faint thrill or reminiscence of ferment in the spring , as old wine is said to do when the grapes ...
... doubt , is the view of a special mood , but it is a mood that grows upon us the longer we have stood upon our lees . Enough if we feel a faint thrill or reminiscence of ferment in the spring , as old wine is said to do when the grapes ...
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... doubt too much in- toxicated by indulgence , vanity , and the insolences of situation as a Prime Minister's son . I treated him insolently . . . . Forgive me if I say that his temper was not conciliating . " They were reconciled a few ...
... doubt too much in- toxicated by indulgence , vanity , and the insolences of situation as a Prime Minister's son . I treated him insolently . . . . Forgive me if I say that his temper was not conciliating . " They were reconciled a few ...
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... doubt whether he was capable of that sustained passion of the mind which is fed by a prevailing imagination acting on the consciousness of great powers . That was something he could never feel , though he knew what it meant by his ...
... doubt whether he was capable of that sustained passion of the mind which is fed by a prevailing imagination acting on the consciousness of great powers . That was something he could never feel , though he knew what it meant by his ...
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... doubt Gray could have written more " if he had set himself doggedly about it , " as Johnson has recommended in such cases , but he never did , and I suspect that it was this neglect rather than that of his lectures that irked him . The ...
... doubt Gray could have written more " if he had set himself doggedly about it , " as Johnson has recommended in such cases , but he never did , and I suspect that it was this neglect rather than that of his lectures that irked him . The ...
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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.