Modern Literature and Literary Men: Being a Second Gallery of Literary PortraitsAppleton, 1850 - 376 páginas |
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... criticism more discriminating than in the former . This is not so much a gallery of " heroes " as of notable individuals whom he is sometimes obliged rather sternly to analyze . There is " a time to embrace , and a time to refrain from ...
... criticism more discriminating than in the former . This is not so much a gallery of " heroes " as of notable individuals whom he is sometimes obliged rather sternly to analyze . There is " a time to embrace , and a time to refrain from ...
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... critics have spoken of him as one who possessed only two or three faculties in a su- preme and almost supernatural degree . They speak of his imagination and intellect as if they were his all . Now , in fact , Milton , as well as Goethe ...
... critics have spoken of him as one who possessed only two or three faculties in a su- preme and almost supernatural degree . They speak of his imagination and intellect as if they were his all . Now , in fact , Milton , as well as Goethe ...
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... critic , in an Edinburgh periodical , has under- taken the defence of " The Town " versus " The Country " as the source of poetry - has called us , among others , to account for preferring the latter to the former - and has ventured to ...
... critic , in an Edinburgh periodical , has under- taken the defence of " The Town " versus " The Country " as the source of poetry - has called us , among others , to account for preferring the latter to the former - and has ventured to ...
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... critics have objected to this as an unhallowed junction . Milton knew better than his judges . He felt that , in the millennial field of poetry , the wolf and the lamb might lie down together ; that every thing at least that was ...
... critics have objected to this as an unhallowed junction . Milton knew better than his judges . He felt that , in the millennial field of poetry , the wolf and the lamb might lie down together ; that every thing at least that was ...
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... . In the first place , a very minute is never a very wide , a very particular is seldom a very just , scrutiny or estimate . In the second place , the criticism of single works pouring from the 42 LORD BYRON . LORD BYRON,
... . In the first place , a very minute is never a very wide , a very particular is seldom a very just , scrutiny or estimate . In the second place , the criticism of single works pouring from the 42 LORD BYRON . LORD BYRON,
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Página 279 - Prayer is the burden of a sigh ; The falling of a tear, The upward glancing of an eye, When none but God is near.
Página 260 - The many men so beautiful! And they all dead did lie: And a thousand thousand slimy things Lived on; and so did I.
Página 24 - Typhon huge ending in snaky twine : Our Babe, to show His Godhead true, Can in His swaddling bands control the damned crew.
Página 24 - 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.
Página 338 - Down the dark future, through long generations, The echoing sounds grow fainter, and then cease ; And like a bell, with solemn, sweet vibrations, I hear once more the voice of Christ say " Peace !" Peace ! and no longer from its brazen portals The blast of War's great organ shakes the skies ! But beautiful as songs of the immortals, The holy melodies of love arise.
Página 248 - Could I embody and unbosom now That which is most within me, — could I wreak My thoughts upon expression, and thus throw Soul, heart, mind, passions, feelings strong or weak, All that I would have sought, and all I seek, Bear, know, feel, and yet breathe — into one word, And that one word were Lightning, I would speak ; But as it is, I live and die unheard, With a most voiceless thought, sheathing it as a sword.
Página 29 - Parthenon As the best gem upon her zone ; And Morning opes with haste her lids To gaze upon the Pyramids ; O'er England's Abbeys bends the sky As on its friends with kindred eye ; For, out of Thought's interior sphere These wonders rose to upper air, And nature gladly gave them place, Adopted them into her race, And granted them an equal date With Andes and with Ararat.
Página 332 - Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us, Footprints on the sands of time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
Página 91 - Thy habitation from eternity! 0 dread and silent Mount! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought : entranced in prayer 1 worshipped the Invisible alone. Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody, So sweet, we know not we are listening to it...
Página 204 - At last I heard a voice upon the slope Cry to the summit, ' Is there any hope ? ' To which an answer peal'd from that high land, But in a tongue no man could understand ; And on the glimmering limit far withdrawn God made Himself an awful rose of dawn.