History of English Literature, 1. kötetColonial Press, 1900 |
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1. oldal
... play of the imagination , the isolated caprice of an excited brain , but a transcript of contemporary manners and customs and the sign of a particular state of intellect . The conclusion derived from this is that , through literary ...
... play of the imagination , the isolated caprice of an excited brain , but a transcript of contemporary manners and customs and the sign of a particular state of intellect . The conclusion derived from this is that , through literary ...
18. oldal
... plays , the abortive drama of Dryden and Wycherly , the poor Greek impor- tations , the gropings , the minute beauties and fragments of Ronsard and the Pleiad . We may confidently affirm that the unknown creations toward which the ...
... plays , the abortive drama of Dryden and Wycherly , the poor Greek impor- tations , the gropings , the minute beauties and fragments of Ronsard and the Pleiad . We may confidently affirm that the unknown creations toward which the ...
43. oldal
... plays against heaven itself . " 11 The gods perish , devoured one by one by the monsters ; and the celestial legend , sad and grand now like the life of man , bears witness to the hearts of warriors and heroes . There is no fear of pain ...
... plays against heaven itself . " 11 The gods perish , devoured one by one by the monsters ; and the celestial legend , sad and grand now like the life of man , bears witness to the hearts of warriors and heroes . There is no fear of pain ...
44. oldal
... played with ; the billows beat on the bulwark boards . Alone must I sing o'er them , alone must I array them , alone must my hands deal with their departing ; and all this was in one season's wear- ing , and none was left for love or ...
... played with ; the billows beat on the bulwark boards . Alone must I sing o'er them , alone must I array them , alone must my hands deal with their departing ; and all this was in one season's wear- ing , and none was left for love or ...
60. oldal
... play , he cried , " Why was I not there with my Franks ! " So here the old warrior instinct swelled into flame over the Hebrew wars . As soon as Judith returned , " Men under helms ( went out ) from the holy city at the dawn itself ...
... play , he cried , " Why was I not there with my Franks ! " So here the old warrior instinct swelled into flame over the Hebrew wars . As soon as Judith returned , " Men under helms ( went out ) from the holy city at the dawn itself ...
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354. oldal - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it : for I love you so, That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe.
391. oldal - She should have died hereafter ; There would have been a time for such a word. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death.
390. oldal - But let the frame of things disjoint, both the worlds suffer, Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep In the affliction of these terrible dreams, That shake us nightly : better be with the dead, Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy.
407. oldal - With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries ; The honey bags steal from the humble-bees, And, for night-tapers, crop their waxen thighs, And light them at the fiery glowworm's eyes...
393. oldal - O most wicked speed, to post With such dexterity to incestuous sheets, It is not nor it cannot come to good; But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue!
392. oldal - O, that this too too solid flesh would melt, Thaw and resolve itself into a dew ! Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd His canon 'gainst self-slaughter!
404. oldal - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players: They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
346. oldal - When, in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries And look upon myself and curse my fate. Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope.
393. oldal - Remember thee? Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there; And. thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven.
389. oldal - One cried, God bless us ! and, Amen, the other ; As they had seen me, with these hangman's hands, Listening their fear. I could not say, amen, When they did say, God bless us.