Latest literary essays and addresses. 1892. [v. 12] The old English dramatists [c1892Houghton, Mifflin, 1892 |
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Pagina 7
... hand in the making of us . Perhaps even our own age , with its marvels of applied science that have made the world more prosily comfortable , will loom less gigantic than now through the prospective of the future . GRAY 7.
... hand in the making of us . Perhaps even our own age , with its marvels of applied science that have made the world more prosily comfortable , will loom less gigantic than now through the prospective of the future . GRAY 7.
Pagina 11
... less need of conscious self - assertion . meet . But the Past always has the advantage of us in the secret it has learned of holding its tongue , which may perhaps account in part for its reputed wisdom . Whatever the eighteenth century ...
... less need of conscious self - assertion . meet . But the Past always has the advantage of us in the secret it has learned of holding its tongue , which may perhaps account in part for its reputed wisdom . Whatever the eighteenth century ...
Pagina 14
... less common among writers of English , than it is in France or Italy , where perhaps the traditions of Latin culture were never wholly lost , or , even if they were , continued to be operative by inheritance through the form they had ...
... less common among writers of English , than it is in France or Italy , where perhaps the traditions of Latin culture were never wholly lost , or , even if they were , continued to be operative by inheritance through the form they had ...
Pagina 29
... less advantage over your Addisons and Rowes in this than in those other great excellencies you mention . Every word in him is a pic- ture . " Of Dryden he said to Beattie : — " That if there was any excellence in his own num- bers he ...
... less advantage over your Addisons and Rowes in this than in those other great excellencies you mention . Every word in him is a pic- ture . " Of Dryden he said to Beattie : — " That if there was any excellence in his own num- bers he ...
Pagina 32
... less pessimism which comes with the first gray hair ; that vague sympathy with ourselves , which is so much cheaper than sympathy with others ; that placid melancholy which satisfies the general ap- petite for an emotion which ...
... less pessimism which comes with the first gray hair ; that vague sympathy with ourselves , which is so much cheaper than sympathy with others ; that placid melancholy which satisfies the general ap- petite for an emotion which ...
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admirable ancient Areopagitica Arethusa Beaumont and Fletcher beauty believe Ben Jonson better Bussy d'Ambois called certainly Chapman character charm Contarino delight diction divine doubt dramatic dramatists Dryden Duchess of Malfi Elegy English eyes fancy Faustus feel French genius give Goethe Gray Gray's Greek hand heaven Hero and Leander Homer humor Iliad imagination inspired John Chalkhill King language Latin learned least less literature living Marlowe Massinger mean memory Mephistophilis Milton mind modern nature never noble passage passion perfect perhaps person Philaster phrase Pindar play poem poet poetical poetry prose Richard Richard III Romelio Sainte-Beuve scene seems sense Shakespeare sometimes soul speaking speech Spenser style sure sweet Tamburlaine tells thing thou thought tion tongue tragedy translation true verse Walton Webster words Wordsworth writing written wrote
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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.