My Study WindowsSampson Low, Marston, Searle & Rivington, 1876 - 433 pàgines |
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... POEMS . Sixteenmo Edition . 2 vols . . $ 3.00 Do. Do. Cabinet Edition . 2 vols . 18mo . Blue and Gold . 2 vols . 32mo 4.00 3.00 Do. 1.50 • 4.50 .75 3.00 · 3.00 Portrait . Small 4to . Full gilt THE VISION OF SIR LAUNFAL . 16m0 Do ...
... POEMS . Sixteenmo Edition . 2 vols . . $ 3.00 Do. Do. Cabinet Edition . 2 vols . 18mo . Blue and Gold . 2 vols . 32mo 4.00 3.00 Do. 1.50 • 4.50 .75 3.00 · 3.00 Portrait . Small 4to . Full gilt THE VISION OF SIR LAUNFAL . 16m0 Do ...
Pàgina 4
... poetic intensity be- came all at once rhetorical hyperbole . I might suspect . his thermometer ( as indeed I did , for we Harvard men are apt to think ill of any graduation but our own ) ; but it was a poor consolation . The fact ...
... poetic intensity be- came all at once rhetorical hyperbole . I might suspect . his thermometer ( as indeed I did , for we Harvard men are apt to think ill of any graduation but our own ) ; but it was a poor consolation . The fact ...
Pàgina 25
... condition of having eyes , should be so generally neglected . To be sure , eyes are not so common as people think , or poets would be plentier , and perhaps also these exhibitions of hers are A GOOD WORD FOR WINTER . 25.
... condition of having eyes , should be so generally neglected . To be sure , eyes are not so common as people think , or poets would be plentier , and perhaps also these exhibitions of hers are A GOOD WORD FOR WINTER . 25.
Pàgina 29
... no good metrist , and his English is like a translation from one of those poets who wrote in Latin after it was dead ; but he was a man of sincere genius , and not only English , but European literature A GOOD WORD FOR WINTER . 29.
... no good metrist , and his English is like a translation from one of those poets who wrote in Latin after it was dead ; but he was a man of sincere genius , and not only English , but European literature A GOOD WORD FOR WINTER . 29.
Pàgina 32
... poem of Walton's friend Cotton , which won the praise of Wordsworth : - " Let us home , Our mortal enemy is come ; Winter and all his blustering train Have made a voyage o'er the main . " Fly , fly , the foe advances fast ; Into our ...
... poem of Walton's friend Cotton , which won the praise of Wordsworth : - " Let us home , Our mortal enemy is come ; Winter and all his blustering train Have made a voyage o'er the main . " Fly , fly , the foe advances fast ; Into our ...
Frases i termes més freqüents
admirable æsthetic beauty Ben Jonson better birds blank verse called Canterbury Tales Carlyle Carlyle's character charm Châteaubriand Chaucer criticism Dante divine doubt edition editor Emerson England English example fancy feeling force French genius George Wither give Goethe grace Halliwell Hazlitt Homer human nature humor ideal imagination instinct Josiah Quincy kind language less Lincoln literary literature living look Marie de France matter means metrist mind modern moral never once original passage passion Percival perhaps Petrarch phrase Piers Ploughman poem poet poetic poetry political Pope Pope's prose Provençal Quincy reader Ritson Roman Rutebeuf satire seems sense sentiment Shakespeare snow soul speak style sure taste thing thou thought tion Trouvères true verse Voltaire whole winter word Wordsworth write
Passatges populars
Pàgina 417 - Who sees with equal eye, as God of all, A hero perish, or a sparrow fall, Atoms or systems into ruin hurled, And now a bubble burst, and now a world.
Pàgina 422 - Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And without sneering, teach the rest to sneer ; Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike, Just hint a fault, and hesitate dislike...
Pàgina 422 - 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...
Pàgina 422 - Like Cato, give his little senate laws, And sit attentive to his own applause; While wits and Templars every sentence raise, And wonder with a foolish face of praise — Who but must laugh, if such a man there be? Who would not weep, if Atticus were he? What though my name stood rubric on the walls, Or plaster'd posts, with claps, in capitals? Or smoking forth, a hundred hawkers load, On wings of winds came flying all abroad?
Pàgina 419 - Lives through all life, extends through all extent; Spreads undivided, operates unspent! Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part, As full, as perfect in a hair as heart; As full, as perfect in vile Man that mourns, As the rapt Seraph that adores and burns; To him no high, no low, no great, no...
Pàgina 36 - Shortening his journey between morn and noon, And hurrying him, impatient of his stay, Down to the rosy west ; but kindly still Compensating...
Pàgina 417 - The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed today, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play? Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.
Pàgina 417 - Heaven from all creatures hides the book of Fate, All but the page prescribed, their present state: From brutes what men, from men what spirits know: Or who could suffer being here below?
Pàgina 236 - When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of ladies dead and lovely knights, Then in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have express'd Even such a beauty as you master now.
Pàgina 418 - Where slaves once more their native land behold, No fiends torment, no Christians thirst for gold. To Be, contents his natural desire, He asks no Angel's wing, no Seraph's fire; But thinks, admitted to that equal sky, His faithful dog shall bear him company.