A History of English Literature; a Practical Text-bookThomas Y. Crowell, 1923 - 542 oldal |
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... DRYDEN VIII . THE AGE OF POPE . IX . THE AGE OF TRANSITION X. THE RETURN TO NATURE 159 190 231 281 362 XI . THE VICTORIAN AGE 451 XII . THE POST - VICTORIAN AGE . 518 GENERAL QUESTIONS AND EXERCISES 562 APPENDIX I : GENERAL TABLES 581 ...
... DRYDEN VIII . THE AGE OF POPE . IX . THE AGE OF TRANSITION X. THE RETURN TO NATURE 159 190 231 281 362 XI . THE VICTORIAN AGE 451 XII . THE POST - VICTORIAN AGE . 518 GENERAL QUESTIONS AND EXERCISES 562 APPENDIX I : GENERAL TABLES 581 ...
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... DRYDEN • ... ( 3 ) He was a healthy and hearty man , so humane that he loved even the foibles of his kind . . . He was a truly epic poet , without knowing it . . . . He has left us such a picture of contemporary life as no man ever ...
... DRYDEN • ... ( 3 ) He was a healthy and hearty man , so humane that he loved even the foibles of his kind . . . He was a truly epic poet , without knowing it . . . . He has left us such a picture of contemporary life as no man ever ...
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... Dryden , " who of all modern , and perhaps ancient poets , had the largest and most comprehensive soul . " POST - SHAKESPEARIAN DRAMA In the following section it will be found that , although much of the work was composed during ...
... Dryden , " who of all modern , and perhaps ancient poets , had the largest and most comprehensive soul . " POST - SHAKESPEARIAN DRAMA In the following section it will be found that , although much of the work was composed during ...
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... Dryden the best of them all , The Knight of the Burning Pestle ( 1611 ) , a very agreeable farce , and The Scornful Lady ( 1616 ) . Their tragedies , such as The Maid's Tragedy ( 1619 ) , Philaster ( 1620 ) , suggesting Twelfth Night ...
... Dryden the best of them all , The Knight of the Burning Pestle ( 1611 ) , a very agreeable farce , and The Scornful Lady ( 1616 ) . Their tragedies , such as The Maid's Tragedy ( 1619 ) , Philaster ( 1620 ) , suggesting Twelfth Night ...
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... Dryden . Bacon had no ear for rhythm and melody ; a born rhetorician , he preferred the sharper devices of antithesis and epigram ; and he was always clear , orderly , and swiftly precise in his phrasing . Following the fashion of the ...
... Dryden . Bacon had no ear for rhythm and melody ; a born rhetorician , he preferred the sharper devices of antithesis and epigram ; and he was always clear , orderly , and swiftly precise in his phrasing . Following the fashion of the ...
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448. oldal - twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane— as I do here.
202. oldal - He was the man who of all modern, and perhaps ancient poets, had the largest and most comprehensive soul, All the images of Nature were still present to him, and he drew them, not laboriously, but luckily: when he describes any thing, you more than see it, you feel it too.
259. oldal - 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...
184. oldal - Our two souls, therefore, which are one, Though I must go, endure not yet A breach, but an expansion, Like gold to airy thinness beat. If they be two, they are two so As stiff twin compasses are two: Thy soul, the fixed foot, makes no show To move, but doth if th
392. oldal - He has outsoared the shadow of our night; Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again...
224. oldal - Of fleeting things, so certain to be lost. Clouds of affection from our younger eyes Conceal that emptiness which age descries. The soul's dark cottage, battered and decayed, Lets in new light through chinks that Time hath made...
562. oldal - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad; Silence accompanied; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests Were slunk, all but .the wakeful nightingale; She all night long her amorous descant sung...
137. oldal - Read not to contradict and confute, nor to believe and take for granted, nor to find talk and discourse, but to weigh and consider. Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested; that is, some books are to be read only in parts; others to be read but not curiously; and some few to be read wholly, and with diligence and attention.
165. oldal - For, so to interpose a little ease, Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise; Ay me ! whilst thee the shores and sounding seas Wash far away, where'er thy bones are hurled; Whether beyond the stormy Hebrides, Where thou perhaps under the whelming tide Visit'st the bottom of the monstrous world...
295. oldal - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs, — and God has given my share, — I still had hopes, my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down ; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose.