Lectures on English literature, from Chaucer to TennysonRarry & McMillan, 1855 - 411 էջ |
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... souls are yearning ? " No answering voice allays our trembling fears , And long anxiety gives way to tears . Beneath the waves o'er which great ships go flitting , He waits the day when Ocean yields her dead ; And loving sighs and ...
... souls are yearning ? " No answering voice allays our trembling fears , And long anxiety gives way to tears . Beneath the waves o'er which great ships go flitting , He waits the day when Ocean yields her dead ; And loving sighs and ...
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... souls of others to share in its own enjoyment . There is perhaps no one , to whom the intercourse with books has ... souls toward the souls of the great poets . We may perhaps remember , too , how the chastening influence of wise and ...
... souls of others to share in its own enjoyment . There is perhaps no one , to whom the intercourse with books has ... souls toward the souls of the great poets . We may perhaps remember , too , how the chastening influence of wise and ...
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... souls , which might guide , and inform , and elevate ; and yet that it should be a power all hidden from us . It is oppressive to conceive what a world of human thought and human passion is dwelling on the silent and senseless paper ...
... souls , which might guide , and inform , and elevate ; and yet that it should be a power all hidden from us . It is oppressive to conceive what a world of human thought and human passion is dwelling on the silent and senseless paper ...
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... soul of man - enduring as his immortality . It has a voice whose rhythm is in harmony with the pulses of the human heart . It is this , and this alone - this universality - which places a book in a Nation's literature . It matters not ...
... soul of man - enduring as his immortality . It has a voice whose rhythm is in harmony with the pulses of the human heart . It is this , and this alone - this universality - which places a book in a Nation's literature . It matters not ...
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... soul of man , with its depths of goodness and of evil , brighter and darker than aught in the region of romance . In our own times , it was for all his race that Byron gave utter- ance to his passionate poetry : it was for all Christian ...
... soul of man , with its depths of goodness and of evil , brighter and darker than aught in the region of romance . In our own times , it was for all his race that Byron gave utter- ance to his passionate poetry : it was for all Christian ...
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Էջ 191 - The oracles are dumb, No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving. No nightly trance, or breathed spell Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
Էջ 46 - For woman is not undevelopt man, But diverse : could we make her as the man, Sweet Love were slain : his dearest bond is this, Not like to like, but like in difference. Yet in the long years liker must they grow ; The man be more of woman, she of man ; He gain in sweetness and in moral height, Nor lose the wrestling thews that throw the world ; She mental breadth, nor fail in childward care, Nor lose the childlike in the larger mind ; Till at the last she set herself to man, Like perfect music unto...
Էջ 163 - Be of good comfort, Master Ridley, and play the man. We shall this day light such a candle, by God's grace, in England, as I trust shall never be put out.
Էջ 227 - It was said of Socrates, that he brought Philosophy down from Heaven to inhabit among Men ; and I shall be ambitious to have it said of me, that I have brought Philosophy out of Closets and Libraries, Schools and Colleges, to dwell in Clubs and Assemblies, at Tea-tables, and in Coffee-houses.
Էջ 217 - Thy soul was like a star, and dwelt apart: Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea: Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou travel on life's common way, In cheerful godliness; and yet thy heart The lowliest duties on herself did lay.
Էջ 36 - Dreams, books, are each a world ; and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good : Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood, Our pastime and our happiness will grow.
Էջ 224 - And, wondering, on their faces fell To worship that celestial sound : Less than a god they thought there could not dwell Within the hollow of that shell, That spoke so sweetly, and so well.
Էջ 239 - Toll for the brave! The brave that are no more! All sunk beneath the wave, Fast by their native shore ! Eight hundred of the brave, Whose courage well was tried, Had made the vessel heel, And laid her on her side. A land-breeze shook the shrouds, And she was overset; Down went the Royal George, With all her crew complete.
Էջ 177 - I have of late— but wherefore I know not— lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
Էջ 287 - MANY a green isle needs must be In the deep wide sea of misery, Or the mariner, worn and wan, Never thus could voyage on Day and night, and night and day, Drifting on his dreary way, With the solid darkness black Closing round his vessel's track ; Whilst above the sunless sky, Big with clouds, hangs heavily...