Lectures on English Literatures from Chaucer to TennysonJ.B. Lippincott & Company, 1866 - 411 oldal |
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... Lost - Criticism on it as a purely sacred poem - Shakspeare's mode of treating sacred subjects- Spenser The Faery Queen - John Wesley - Keble's Christian Year - George Wither - Aubrey De Vere Trench's Sonnet . Page 184 LECTURE VII ...
... Lost - Criticism on it as a purely sacred poem - Shakspeare's mode of treating sacred subjects- Spenser The Faery Queen - John Wesley - Keble's Christian Year - George Wither - Aubrey De Vere Trench's Sonnet . Page 184 LECTURE VII ...
33. oldal
... lost sight of , in the propensity to identify all things in the shape of books with literature . Whatever is meant to minis- ser to our universal human nature , either in the nature of the subject or the handling of it , takes its place ...
... lost sight of , in the propensity to identify all things in the shape of books with literature . Whatever is meant to minis- ser to our universal human nature , either in the nature of the subject or the handling of it , takes its place ...
35. oldal
... Lost , The Excursion ! We might call the fanciful things in The Rape of the Lock , creations ; but who will so speak of Milton's ruined Archangel , or Lear , or Hamlet ? It is to be noticed that as the term " belles- lettres " was ...
... Lost , The Excursion ! We might call the fanciful things in The Rape of the Lock , creations ; but who will so speak of Milton's ruined Archangel , or Lear , or Hamlet ? It is to be noticed that as the term " belles- lettres " was ...
38. oldal
... Lost are not militant , but triumphant power as long as the languages exist in which they speak or can be taught to speak . They never can transmigrate into new incarnations . All the literature of knowledge builds only ground- nests ...
... Lost are not militant , but triumphant power as long as the languages exist in which they speak or can be taught to speak . They never can transmigrate into new incarnations . All the literature of knowledge builds only ground- nests ...
41. oldal
... lost in blind and blank bewilderment . Literature , according to this conception of it , is to be employed for culture of character - manly character and womanly character . I speak of them separately , not be- cause it is necessary so ...
... lost in blind and blank bewilderment . Literature , according to this conception of it , is to be employed for culture of character - manly character and womanly character . I speak of them separately , not be- cause it is necessary so ...
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Lectures on English Literatures from Chaucer to Tennyson William Bradford Reed,Henry Reed, PhD Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2016 |
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233. oldal - Man knoweth not the price thereof; Neither is it found in the land of the living. The depth saith, It is not in me : And the sea saith, It is not with me.
161. oldal - 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.
173. oldal - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long...
260. oldal - Yet, even in the Old Testament, if you listen to David's harp, you shall hear as many hearse-like airs as carols : and the pencil of the Holy Ghost hath laboured more in describing the afflictions of Job than the felicities of Solomon.
193. oldal - 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.
192. oldal - Through all the compass of the notes it ran, The diapason closing full in Man. What passion cannot Music raise and quell? When Jubal struck the chorded shell, His listening brethren stood around, 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.
115. oldal - There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.
153. oldal - 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.
158. oldal - Wisdom's self Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude ; Where, with her best nurse, Contemplation, She plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings, That in the various bustle of resort Were all too ruffled, and sometimes impair'd. He that has light within his own clear breast, May sit i...
188. oldal - Camoens soothed an exile's grief ; The sonnet glittered a gay myrtle leaf Amid the cypress with which Dante crowned His visionary brow: a glow-worm lamp, It cheered mild Spenser, called from Faery-land To struggle through dark ways; and when a damp Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand The thing became a trumpet ; whence he blew Soul-animating strains — alas, too few...