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Pagina 5
... thing not for ostentation , but for reasonable use ; and it is not the acknowledgment of poverty we think disgraceful , but the want of endeavour to avoid it . " In this and many similar passages we have a form of literature that sug ...
... thing not for ostentation , but for reasonable use ; and it is not the acknowledgment of poverty we think disgraceful , but the want of endeavour to avoid it . " In this and many similar passages we have a form of literature that sug ...
Pagina 11
... he could wish . Lamb might have said the same thing ; Stevenson even more emphatically . As a method of self - revelation , not even poetry surpasses the essay . The tradition established by THE GENESIS OF THE ESSAY 11.
... he could wish . Lamb might have said the same thing ; Stevenson even more emphatically . As a method of self - revelation , not even poetry surpasses the essay . The tradition established by THE GENESIS OF THE ESSAY 11.
Pagina 17
... things as he pleases , with a complete disregard of any will but his own , and no one will com- plain so long as his page is interesting . He is the Ariel of literature , and sometimes even the Puck . That THE GENESIS OF OF THE ESSAY 17.
... things as he pleases , with a complete disregard of any will but his own , and no one will com- plain so long as his page is interesting . He is the Ariel of literature , and sometimes even the Puck . That THE GENESIS OF OF THE ESSAY 17.
Pagina 22
... things were with us at halfe ; me thinkes I have stolne his part from him . " Bacon is never less than a teacher , to whom the attitude of the reader is that of a school - boy in the presence of a sage . Montaigne is always frankly ...
... things were with us at halfe ; me thinkes I have stolne his part from him . " Bacon is never less than a teacher , to whom the attitude of the reader is that of a school - boy in the presence of a sage . Montaigne is always frankly ...
Pagina 24
... things political . Were his books , by some destructive accident , the only literary survivors of Commonwealth times , we could reconstruct from his pages no contemporary picture of the first half of the seventeenth century , when ...
... things political . Were his books , by some destructive accident , the only literary survivors of Commonwealth times , we could reconstruct from his pages no contemporary picture of the first half of the seventeenth century , when ...
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Addison admirable April Fool Bacon beauty Bishop Bishop of Beauvais called Carlyle character Charles Lamb Charlesfort critical Daniel Defoe death Defoe delight Domrémy earth English essayist eyes fancy fear feel France garret genius give Goldsmith grave Gray hand hath hear heard heart heaven honour human humour hundred John Milton Johnson Jonathan Swift lady learned letter essay literary literature live look Lord Matthew Arnold ment Milton mind Montaigne moral nature never night observe Oliver Goldsmith once pain pass passion perhaps person pleasure poem poet poetry poor prose reader rest Richard Dowling Samuel Johnson seemed short-story essay sometimes soul spirit Stella style suffer sweet Swift thee things Thomas De Quincey thou thought tion told true truth turn verse whole William Hazlitt words writes young
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Pagina 330 - Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Pagina 290 - And yet, steeped in sentiment as she lies, spreading her gardens to the moonlight, and whispering from her towers the last enchantments of the Middle Age, who will deny that Oxford, by her ineffable charm, keeps ever calling us nearer to the true goal of all of us, to the ideal, to perfection, — to beauty, in a word, which is only truth seen from another side?
Pagina 319 - English man-ofwar, lesser in bulk, but lighter in sailing, could turn with all tides, tack about and take advantage of all winds, by the quickness of his wit and invention.
Pagina 337 - Its loveliness increases ; it will never Pass into nothingness ; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing. Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing A flowery band to bind us to the earth...
Pagina 29 - It is a strange thing to note the excess of this passion, and how it braves the nature and value of things by this, that the speaking in a perpetual hyperbole, is comely in nothing but in love : neither is it merely in the phrase; for whereas it hath been well said, " That the arch " flatterer, with whom all the petty flatterers have " intelligence, is a man's self...
Pagina 41 - Truth, indeed, came once into the world with her divine Master, and was a perfect shape most glorious to look on...
Pagina 291 - Every moment some form grows perfect in hand or face; some tone on the hills or the sea is choicer than the rest; some mood of passion or insight or intellectual excitement is irresistibly real and attractive to us, - for that moment only.
Pagina 237 - And the glorious beauty, which is on the head of the fat valley, shall be a fading flower, And as the hasty fruit before the summer; Which when he that looketh upon it seeth, While it is yet in his hand he eateth it up.
Pagina 183 - I loved Ophelia: forty thousand brothers Could not with all their quantity of love, Make up my sum.
Pagina 289 - Beautiful city ! so venerable, so lovely, so unravaged by the fierce intellectual life of our century, so serene ! " There are our young barbarians, all at play ! " And yet, steeped in sentiment as she lies, spreading her gardens to the moonlight, and whispering from her towers the last enchantments of the Middle Age, who will deny that Oxford, by her ineffable charm, keeps ever calling us nearer to the true goal of all of us, to the ideal, to perfection...