From Chaucer to Tennyson: With Twenty-nine Portraits and Selections from Thirty AuthorsFlood and Vincent, 1898 - 317 strán (strany) 1890. With selections from thirty authors. Contents: From the Conquest to Chaucer; From Chaucer to Spenser; The Age of Shakspere; The Age of Milton; From the Restoration to the Death of Pope; From the Death of Pope to the French Revolution; From the French Revolution to the Death of Scott; and From the Death of Scott to the Present Time. |
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Strana 57
... kind which it is easy to read without some impatience is Milton's wonderful " Lycidas . " " The Shepheardes Calendar , " however , though it belonged to an artificial order of literature , had the unmistakable stamp of genius in its ...
... kind which it is easy to read without some impatience is Milton's wonderful " Lycidas . " " The Shepheardes Calendar , " however , though it belonged to an artificial order of literature , had the unmistakable stamp of genius in its ...
Strana 66
... of every thought by meta- phors borrowed from a kind of fabulous natural history . " Descend into thine own conscience and consider with thyself the great difference between staring and stark- euphuism . 66 From Chaucer to Tennyson .
... of every thought by meta- phors borrowed from a kind of fabulous natural history . " Descend into thine own conscience and consider with thyself the great difference between staring and stark- euphuism . 66 From Chaucer to Tennyson .
Strana 76
... kind of wild justice . ” " He that hath wife and children hath given hostages to fortune . " " There is no excellent ... kind is George Eliot's " Impressions of Theo- phrastus Such , " which derives its title from the Greek philosopher ...
... kind of wild justice . ” " He that hath wife and children hath given hostages to fortune . " " There is no excellent ... kind is George Eliot's " Impressions of Theo- phrastus Such , " which derives its title from the Greek philosopher ...
Strana 79
... kind . The current of the story is choked at every turn , though it be with golden sand . It is sig- nificant of his dramatic habit of mind that dialogue and soliloquy usurp the place of narration , and that , in " The Rape of Lucrece ...
... kind . The current of the story is choked at every turn , though it be with golden sand . It is sig- nificant of his dramatic habit of mind that dialogue and soliloquy usurp the place of narration , and that , in " The Rape of Lucrece ...
Strana 86
... kind in Lyly . The most important of the dramatists who were Shakspere's forerunners , or early contemporaries , was Christopher or - as he was familiarly called - Kit Mar- lowe . Born in the same year with Shakspere ( 1564 ) , he died ...
... kind in Lyly . The most important of the dramatists who were Shakspere's forerunners , or early contemporaries , was Christopher or - as he was familiarly called - Kit Mar- lowe . Born in the same year with Shakspere ( 1564 ) , he died ...
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Strana 293 - Heaven lies about us in our infancy. Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing boy; But he beholds the light and whence it flows, He sees it in his joy. The youth who daily farther from the East Must travel, still is Nature's priest, And, by the vision splendid, Is on his way attended. At length the man perceives it die away And fade into the light of common day.
Strana 285 - It is now sixteen or seventeen years since I saw the queen of France, then the dauphiness, at Versailles; and surely never lighted on this orb, which she hardly seemed to touch, a more delightful vision.
Strana 270 - And bring all Heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew ; Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
Strana 278 - Peace to all such! But were there one whose fires True genius kindles, and fair fame inspires; Blest with each talent and each art to please. And born to write, converse, and live with ease: Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne; View him with scornful, yev with jealous eyes.
Strana 284 - At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorned the venerable place; Truth from his lips prevailed with double sway, And fools, who came to scoff, remained to pray.
Strana 272 - Thus with the year Seasons return; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine...
Strana 316 - ... Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Strana 133 - So spake the Seraph Abdiel, faithful found; Among the faithless faithful only he ; Among innumerable false unmoved. Unshaken, unseduced, unterrified, His loyalty he kept, his love, his zeal; Nor number nor example with him wrought To swerve from truth, or change his constant mind, Though single.
Strana 297 - BREATHES there the man with soul so dead Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand...
Strana 295 - It ceased ; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.