A Hand-book of English Literature: Intended for the Use of High Schools, as Well as a Companion and Guide for Private Students, and for General ReadersLee & Shepard, 1875 - Всего страниц: 608 |
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... poet spelled as it seemed right in his own eyes . The hardening into unchangeable forms came while the elements were mixed confusedly , and the result was like freezing over a river - basin covered with heaped - up fragments of floating ...
... poet spelled as it seemed right in his own eyes . The hardening into unchangeable forms came while the elements were mixed confusedly , and the result was like freezing over a river - basin covered with heaped - up fragments of floating ...
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... poet , historian , or essayist is equal to the task of ingrafting half a dozen new words that shall really thrive and endure on our old English stock . As in the beginning , we must look to the development of the arts , trade , com ...
... poet , historian , or essayist is equal to the task of ingrafting half a dozen new words that shall really thrive and endure on our old English stock . As in the beginning , we must look to the development of the arts , trade , com ...
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... Poets are allowed a certain license ; but even in poetry there must be a delicate judgment and a wise parsimony as to ornament . The fatal necessities of rhyme and of metre often drive the unskilled into using words wrested from their ...
... Poets are allowed a certain license ; but even in poetry there must be a delicate judgment and a wise parsimony as to ornament . The fatal necessities of rhyme and of metre often drive the unskilled into using words wrested from their ...
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... poet , that would not furnish such illustrations ; and the lesson taught is obvious : that a knowledge of plain good English , though useful and praiseworthy , does not necessarily qualify one to write upon subjects of which he has not ...
... poet , that would not furnish such illustrations ; and the lesson taught is obvious : that a knowledge of plain good English , though useful and praiseworthy , does not necessarily qualify one to write upon subjects of which he has not ...
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... poet so freely uses . The higher classes had partly learned the language of the common people , and doubtless enjoyed the Canter- bury Tales with a keen relish ; but to the multitude they must have appeared as affected and ...
... poet so freely uses . The higher classes had partly learned the language of the common people , and doubtless enjoyed the Canter- bury Tales with a keen relish ; but to the multitude they must have appeared as affected and ...
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Стр. 493 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O hark, O hear ! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going ! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing ! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Стр. 275 - EARTH has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at his own sweet will:...
Стр. 274 - And the round ocean and the living air And the blue sky, and in the mind of man — A motion and a spirit, that impels All thinking things, all objects of all thought, And rolls through all things. Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods And mountains, and of all that we behold From this green earth, of all the mighty world Of eye and ear, both what they half create And what perceive...
Стр. 179 - Their name, their years, spelt by the unlettered Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er resigned, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing, lingering look behind? On some fond breast the parting soul relies, Some pious drops the closing eye requires; E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their...
Стр. 490 - If thou shouldst never see my face again, Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Стр. 401 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean — roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed...
Стр. 66 - I know they are as lively, and as vigorously productive, as those fabulous dragons' teeth; and being sown up and down, may chance to spring up armed men. And yet on the other hand, unless wariness be used, as good almost kill a man as kill a good book: who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image; but he who destroys a good book kills reason itself, kills the image of God as it were in the eye.
Стр. 413 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare ; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet do not grieve: She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss; For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Стр. 397 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.— But hark!
Стр. 412 - Charmed magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas in faery lands forlorn. Forlorn ! The very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self! Adieu ! The fancy cannot cheat so well As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu ! Adieu ! Thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music. . . . Do I wake or sleep?