EssaysMacmillan, 1896 - 312 էջ |
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Էջ ix
... affectation of fastidious superiority , but with a frank confession of conscious pettiness , that I say that this book will only appeal to a few . The critic is no hero : he is at best but a skipping peltast , engaged as often as not in ...
... affectation of fastidious superiority , but with a frank confession of conscious pettiness , that I say that this book will only appeal to a few . The critic is no hero : he is at best but a skipping peltast , engaged as often as not in ...
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... affectation whose sin is always to please , and which fails so singularly of its object . Hypocrisy , pretension , falseness - against every- thing which has that lack of simplicity so fatal to true life he sets his face . For the rest ...
... affectation whose sin is always to please , and which fails so singularly of its object . Hypocrisy , pretension , falseness - against every- thing which has that lack of simplicity so fatal to true life he sets his face . For the rest ...
Էջ 78
... affectation : He has none of the morbidity that often passes for refinement . The free air , the wood - paths , the full heat of the summer sun - this is his scenery ; we are not brought into contact with the bones beneath the rose ...
... affectation : He has none of the morbidity that often passes for refinement . The free air , the wood - paths , the full heat of the summer sun - this is his scenery ; we are not brought into contact with the bones beneath the rose ...
Էջ 116
... affectation makes it very difficult to find any particular poem . An exhaustive account of Vincent Bourne's Latinity would be a long enumeration of minute mistakes - mistakes arising from the imperfect acquaintance of the scholars of ...
... affectation makes it very difficult to find any particular poem . An exhaustive account of Vincent Bourne's Latinity would be a long enumeration of minute mistakes - mistakes arising from the imperfect acquaintance of the scholars of ...
Էջ 133
... the Doctor undeniably did . In this respect it resembles Johnson's conversation , and for the art of statement it is hardly possible to say more . Some slight affectation is traceable in the earliest letters . Thomas Gray 133.
... the Doctor undeniably did . In this respect it resembles Johnson's conversation , and for the art of statement it is hardly possible to say more . Some slight affectation is traceable in the earliest letters . Thomas Gray 133.
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Էջ 277 - Does the road wind up-hill all the way ? Yes, to the very end. Will the day's journey take the whole long day? From morn to night, my friend. But is there for the night a resting-place ? A roof for when the slow dark hours begin. May not the darkness hide it from my face ? You cannot miss that inn.
Էջ 212 - OH, TO BE in England Now that April's there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware, That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf, While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough In England - now...
Էջ 196 - There are in this loud stunning tide Of human care and crime, With whom the melodies abide Of the everlasting chime ; Who carry music in their heart Through dusky lane and wrangling mart, Plying their daily task with busier feet, Because their secret souls a holy strain repeat.
Էջ 104 - You think no doubt he sits and muses On future broken bones and bruises, If he should chance to fall ; No not a single thought like that Employs his philosophic pate, Or troubles it at all.
Էջ 169 - Felpham is a sweet place for study, because it is more spiritual than London. Heaven opens here on all sides her golden gates : her windows are not obstructed by vapours ; voices of celestial inhabitants are more distinctly heard and their forms more distinctly seen ; and my cottage is also a shadow of their houses.
Էջ 103 - THERE is a bird, who by his coat, And by the hoarseness of his note, Might be supposed a crow; A great frequenter of the church, Where bishoplike he finds a perch, And dormitory too. Above the steeple shines a plate, That turns and turns, to indicate From what point blows the weather. Look up— your brains begin to swim, 'Tis in the clouds— that pleases him, He chooses it the rather.
Էջ 75 - Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide; There, like a bird, it sits and sings, Then whets and combs its silver wings, And, till prepared for longer flight, Waves in its plumes the various light.
Էջ 281 - In the bleak mid-winter Long ago. Our God, Heaven cannot hold Him, Nor earth sustain; Heaven and earth shall flee away When He comes to reign: In the bleak mid-winter A stable-place sufficed The Lord God Almighty Jesus Christ.
Էջ 274 - BIRTHDAY. My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a watered shoot ; My heart is like an apple-tree Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit ; My heart is like a rainbow shell That paddles in a halcyon sea ; My heart is gladder than all these, Because my love is come to me.
Էջ 287 - Her pleasant lot. She left the rosy morn, She left the fields of corn, For twilight cold and lorn And water springs. Through sleep, as through a veil, She sees the sky look pale, And hears the nightingale That sadly sings. Rest, rest, a perfect rest Shed over brow and breast; Her face is toward the west, The purple land. She cannot see the grain Ripening on hill and plain ; She cannot feel the rain Upon her hand. Rest, rest, for evermore Upon a mossy shore ; Rest, rest at the heart's core Till time...