The Great English Essayists: With Introductory Essays and NotesHarper & brothers, 1909 - 351 pagina's |
Vanuit het boek
Resultaten 6-10 van 27
Pagina 151
... souls unison with mine , and hear with the same enthusiasm with which I have written . The poem begins with the description of an author's bedchamber ; the picture was sketched in my own apartment , for you must know , gentlemen , that ...
... souls unison with mine , and hear with the same enthusiasm with which I have written . The poem begins with the description of an author's bedchamber ; the picture was sketched in my own apartment , for you must know , gentlemen , that ...
Pagina 179
... soul makes him careless of consequences , and who goes to a play as his best resource to shove off , to a second remove , the evils of life by a mock representation of them- this is the true Hamlet . We have been so used to this tragedy ...
... soul makes him careless of consequences , and who goes to a play as his best resource to shove off , to a second remove , the evils of life by a mock representation of them- this is the true Hamlet . We have been so used to this tragedy ...
Pagina 196
... souls . A strong and noble man ; so much left undeveloped in him to the last : in a kindlier element what might he not have been - Foet , Priest , sovereign Ruler ! On the whole , a man must not complain of his " element , " of his ...
... souls . A strong and noble man ; so much left undeveloped in him to the last : in a kindlier element what might he not have been - Foet , Priest , sovereign Ruler ! On the whole , a man must not complain of his " element , " of his ...
Pagina 197
... soul ; a true man's . One remem- bers always that story of the shoes at Oxford : the rough , seamy - faced ... soul more tenderly affectionate , loyally submissive to what was really higher than he ? Great souls are always loyally ...
... soul ; a true man's . One remem- bers always that story of the shoes at Oxford : the rough , seamy - faced ... soul more tenderly affectionate , loyally submissive to what was really higher than he ? Great souls are always loyally ...
Pagina 198
... full of heartfelt earnest impulse , finds - out a way of doing somewhat — were it of uttering his soul's reverence for the Highest , were it but of fitly saluting his fellowman . An inventor was 198 THE BIOGRAPHICAL ESSAY.
... full of heartfelt earnest impulse , finds - out a way of doing somewhat — were it of uttering his soul's reverence for the Highest , were it but of fitly saluting his fellowman . An inventor was 198 THE BIOGRAPHICAL ESSAY.
Overige edities - Alles bekijken
The Great English Essayists: With Introductory Essays and Notes William James Dawson,Coningsby Dawson Volledige weergave - 1909 |
The Great English Essayists: With Introductory Essays and Notes William James Dawson,Coningsby Dawson Volledige weergave - 1909 |
The Great English Essayists: With Introductory Essays and Notes William James Dawson,Coningsby Dawson Volledige weergave - 1909 |
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
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
Populaire passages
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...